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Tied Up Aunt
by Val Marrick (no address provided)
Originally published by TheEditor
***
What started as a voyeuristic indulgence turned into
perverted sex between a mature Aunt and her young
teenage Nephew. (F/m-teen, inc, oral, anal, beast, huml)
***
-= Chapter 1 =-
"God yes! Fuck me hard!" the naked woman begged. The
carpet was rough under her elbows and knees. To either
side the stacks of books loomed over her like guardians,
seeming to look down in disapproval on this lewd
intrusion on their quiet sanctum. "Ram that big fat cock
all the way to my tonsils!"
Kneeling behind her, the tall, well-built young man
shook blond hair out of his eyes and gazed down at the
perfectly matched demiglobes of her ass, divided neatly
by the massive pillar of cock he was driving into her
pussy from behind. His prick was smeared with aromatic
juices. His vigorous fucking made a rhythmic sound as
the cock pistoned in and out of the seething pussy.
The woman's whole body undulated as she fucked the youth
back with all her skill and passion. Those achingly
lovely white buttocks surged and rolled around the
endless cock as it rammed home. Her pussy sucked noisily
on the prick as it pulled out.
The youth's clutching fingers made deep depressions in
the flawless skin of her ass. With every lunging stroke
his dangling balls smacked wetly into the midst of her
gaping, cock-gorged pussy lips. Her cunt felt like a
combination of a hot, wet vacuum cleaner and a roller-
coaster ride on his cock.
A thin film of sweat sheened their naked bodies. The
musty air of the library was thick with the smell of
aroused and greedy cunt. The huffing and puffing of
erotic exertions rang around the structural members of
the ceiling.
"That's it," the woman choked out as the cock slammed
deep into her cunt. "Just keep it up like that, big boy.
I'm going to cum at... any... minute -- ahh!"
"That's good," grunted the fair-haired youth. He slid
his palms over the satiny smoothness of that churning
ass. "I can't hold out much longer myself!"
The woman barely heard him. Intolerable pressure was
building up in her pussy. Pressure that could only be
let off in one way.
Desperate to prolong the sweet ecstasy of fucking, the
woman tried to fight back her climax, but it was too
much, she had to -"EEEEEEYYYYAAAAHHHH!" she shrieked.
The very walls seemed to tremble with the enormity of it
-- screaming, in the halls of a library! "FUCK! I'M
COMING!"
For the young man it was as if his cock had suddenly
taken on a life of his own. The hungry prick seemed to
drag his hips back and forth as the steaming cauldron of
the woman's cunt boiled over with orgasm. The intensity
of her climax shook him like a giant hand.
Then her pussy clamped down on his huge, thrusting
prick. "Woof!" he exclaimed, and spewed cum like a
firehouse into the furthest regions of her snatch.
She tossed her head from side to side, moaning low in
her throat, her short auburn hair whipping her cheeks.
She was complete. Her body and soul were thrilling to a
thunderous orgasm. A giant cock was ram-rodding her cunt
from behind, and better, was pumping her pussy full of
rich, warm cum. It had been so long, so long.
"Miss?"
So long since she had known the irresistible,
domineering urgency of a rigid male cock coming in her
pussy.
"Miss?" The voice was tentative, but tinged with
impatience.
"Don't talk," the woman moaned, "just keep fucking me!"
"I beg your pardon?"
Jacqueline Hyde snapped her eyes opened. A pimply-faced
teenager stood peering across the book checkout desk at
her. His face was dead pale and his eyes were big as
duck eggs. The librarian felt herself blushing.
"Umm, uh, I said, keep trucking, Lee. Just a friendly
greeting." She adjusted her round-framed glasses,
feeling like a total idiot. "May I help you?"
Wordlessly, the boy shoved a pile of books at her.
Jacqui bit her lip as she watched the narrow-shouldered
figure beat a hasty retreat, clutching his bundle of
books. You almost blew it that time, baby, she told
herself.
Almost of its own accord, her ass wiggled in the seat of
her swivel chair. Her long, slender thighs were pressed
tightly together. The hot smell of nylons soaked with
pungent pussy sauce was thick in her nostrils. How could
the kid have failed to recognize the unmistakable odor
of aroused cunt?
Then Jacqui thought about what the kid looked like. No,
of course he wouldn't recognize it. Looking like that,
he'd never have smelled an aroused pussy!
Her thighs squirmed together. Dammit, she was still
turned on!
She looked around. It was late afternoon, and the
library was deserted. She cupped her full, ripe tits in
her hand. She could feel the straining hardness of her
nipples, even through her blouse and brassiere. She was
still horny as hell from her graphic fantasy -- she
could still feel that gigantic cock driving into her!
She'd been too long without a man. It was six months
since her divorce and over six months since she'd last
gotten fucked. She dropped her hands to her lap. Slowly,
her fingers inched their way down till they covered the
moist mound of her pussy.
A soft groan of pleasure rose unbidden in her throat as
she began to massage the soft mound of her cunt. She was
going to have to be more careful about when she
fantasized. If that kid hadn't been a naive schmuck, and
sexually insecure into the bargain, the jig would be up
right now.
She'd also have to watch out what she fantasized as
well. That had been no imaginary lover, kneeling on the
carpet of the Robert V. Woodward Memorial Library,
fucking his big cock in and out of her like a horny
stallion.
It was her nephew Martin!
Martin, big, powerful sexy Martin. Hard to believe he
had only just turned seventeen. With his professor
father and mother -- Jacqui's sister -- on a year's
sabbatical in Athens studying Greek culture, he and
Jacqui has been alone together in that big house for two
months. And in that time Jacqui Hyde had become
painfully aware of just what a desirable stud her
teenaged nephew was.
Her head jerked back. Her eyes turned glassy. Unnnh."
She moaned. There was a brief, sharp spasming in her
cunt, and then her body relaxed.
She'd brought herself off. But big deal! Her orgasm had
been just a brief twinge, a mere release of sexual
tension. Not the grand outburst of ecstasy it should
have been.
Something was very wrong. And it would take a real man
to set it right again!
***
At first Jacqui thought she had the sprawling suburban
house to herself. Then she heard voices echoing up the
stairs from the basement. Downstairs was the rec room
and a surprisingly well-equipped gym. Martin must have
some of his friends down there shooting pool. She walked
to the door and opened it, to call down a greeting so
the boy wouldn't worry when he heard movement upstairs.
"Oh, wow!" a girl's voice floated clearly up to the
woman's startled ears, "What a cock! I just can't get
over it -- let me at it!" She heard a guttural grunt
from her nephew.
Heart thudding, Jacqui kicked off her shoes. Then in
nyloned feet she crept quietly down the stairs. Her
joints somehow felt weak and watery, and there was a
tightness in the base of her throat. She had to lean
against one wall for support.
She reached the bottom of the stairs. Cautiously, she
peered out around the end of the stairwell.
Her nephew wasn't playing pool, but he was plying his
cue all right. He stood, naked but for a red muscle
shirt stretched over his broad chest, beside the flat
green table. On her knees before him was a black-haired
girl in a cheerleader's costume. He was fucking his
rigid prick in and out between her full moist lips.
His prick was every bit as huge as Jacqui had imagined
it!
"That feels nice," the boy murmured, tangling his hand
in the gleaming wealth of raven hair at his waist. "But
I've got an even better idea!"
He tugged upward on the black hair. The girl gave a
little squeal around his prick, fully half of which was
thrust into her face, forcing her jaws far apart and
making her round cheeks pooch out like a chipmunk's.
Then she started to climb to her feet. Stubbornly, she
kept her oral hold of the big cock. Wetly it slid out of
her sucking mouth, till at least it popped free. It
sprang up, flicking the girl's own saliva into her face.
"Why'd you do that?" the girl asked, straightening. Her
full young boobs were heaving with passion under her
white sweater. "I was just getting into it!"
So was I, baby," Martin assured her. "But like I said, I
got a better idea."
He put his hands around her narrow waist and lifted. She
was a head shorted than he was, but was voluptuously
built for a girl her age, plush-hipped, big-titted, with
a round saucy ass only just concealed by the hem of her
red skirt. In spite of this, Martin lifted her as if she
were no heavier than a child. He sat her on the edge of
the pool table.
One hand reached for a ripe tit as the other slid up a
satin thigh into the abbreviated skirt. "Ooh," the girl
moaned as Martin began to caress her jug and pussy mound
simultaneously. "That's a good idea!"
"I haven't even started yet," Martin murmured. He let go
of the tit. He took hold of the lower edge of the
cheerleader's blouse and began to roll it upward,
exposing an expanse of the girl's pale belly. The other
hand was kneading the squirmy pussy lips through the
thin material of her panties. His hard cock burned like
a beacon between the cheerleader's parted thighs.
Unseen in the stairwell, Jacqui Hyde gazed in awe as her
nephew tugged the blouse up over the brunette's tits.
They were incredible! A wealth of snowy tit-flesh was
barely restrained by a lacy white nothing of a bra. The
nipples, seen through the gauzy bra, were big cherry-
sized nubbins in palm-sized patches of aureole, so dark
they were almost purple -- a sharp contrast to the pink-
tinged pallor of her cantaloupe-like jugs.
With a coo like a horny dove the cheerleader took over
from Martin, whipping her blouse the rest of the way off
and flinging it in a corner, where it draped over an
exercise cycle's handlebars. With his free hand the
muscular youth began to maul a giant boob, as the girl
reached back with feverish fingers to undo the bra's
clasp. The bra came away, and the brunette's tits
bounced free.
Martin gave a low cry of delight and buried his face
between the girl's boobs, licking and gnawing the
toothsome tit-flesh. "Ooooh!" the girl exclaimed, and
crushed his blond head to her jugs. She rocked her hips
back to allow the ragingly horny youth to yank her
panties from her rounded ass.
Martin Reinhard was surrounded by resilient walls of
tit. The brunette's boobs had a slightly salty, slightly
sweet taste the youth found more maddening than any
perfume. And the smell of raw cunt from where he was
stroking one finger over the sensitive lips of her pussy
was pure delight to his nostrils.
He nibbled his way to the crest of the wiggling girl's
boob. Rather than nip daintily at her inflated nipple,
he spread his jaws wide and sucked the tip of the tit,
aureole, fat nipple, and all, into his hungry mouth. The
girl moaned with delight and stroked his head.
"Oh yes!" she trilled. "Suck my titty! And, ahhhhh, your
finger feels so good going into my cunt! Fuck me with
your finger, big boy! Get your knuckles wet!"
Loud squelching sounds told Jacqui that the girl was
getting her wish!
She leaned back against the wall of the stairwell, out
of sight of the passionate teenagers. Her breath was
coming faster. Her heart pounded as if she'd just run a
quarter mile. What a spectacle!
She recognized the black-haired buxom girl, now. Her
name was Anne Roxbury, and she was in Martin's class at
Walter Williams Jr. Memorial High School. She'd been
around once or twice before that Jacqui knew of. She was
a polite and intelligent-seeming girl, from the few
times Jacqui had talked to her. Of course, she was
showing a side of herself that the lithe and youthfully
lovely librarian hadn't suspected she possessed.
But then again, so was Martin!
"You're biting my nipple! Hey, that hurts -- but it
hurts so goooood! Keep chewing my tit, keep fucking my
pussy with your finger -- don't ever stop!" Jacqui was
aware of a new feeling, deep inside. A feeling of
jealousy. Why was this little teenybopper getting
something she had been denied for so long? The feelings
of passion, that had almost caused her to humiliate
herself that afternoon, returned in force. The odor of
her own hungrily-watering twat added to the tang of the
cheerleader's cunt sauce, being spattered all over the
rec room by Martin's probing middle finger!
The tall youth began pushing the girlfriend back and
down onto the green top of the pool table. Her blue eyes
glittered with anticipation and horniness. "That's
right!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me now with that great
big lovely cock!"
"Un-huh." Martin shook his head. Slim fingers clawed
into talons as he wagged the orally-entrapped nipple
from side to side. He lifted his head. His mouth and
Anne's tit were liberally smeared with saliva. "I've got
something new in mind!"
The girl's eyes widened as he climbed up on the table,
straddling her waist. His cock grew like a tree out of
the tangled undergrowth of his pubic bush. And what a
cock it was! Nine inches long and proportionally thick,
with veins twining like snakes along it, and a broad
scarlet head that seemed to radiate lustful heat. Anne
caught her breath and stared as Martin took hold of his
cumbersome prick and bent down to aim right at his face.
He scooted forward, his balls dragging over the plane of
the girl's belly. Anne's eyes stayed fixed on the head
of that might cock. A tiny drop of clear pre-seminal
fluid glistened in the tiny cleft in the tip of the
prick.
"What are you doing?" Her voice was hoarse with
eagerness.
Martin bent down till the underside of his stiff prick
was pressed between the pillowy mountains of her jugs.
Letting go of his cock, he slid his sweaty palmed hands
around to the outside of her gorgeous tits. He pressed
the boobs inward -- trapping the turgid cock between
them!
He moved his hips experimentally forward. The action
fucked his cock an inch into the hot, dry tunnel formed
by the two large jugs. It felt good. He fucked a little
bit deeper and sighed with satisfaction.
"My tits!" the girl exclaimed in surprised delight.
"You're going to fuck my tits!"
"Very perceptive," Martin grunted. He pulled his cock
back from between the girl's boobs. It seemed to vibrate
with eagerness to be plunged back into the narrow
passage through those mountainous jugs.
Like a bar of heated iron the big prick surged between
Anne's tits. The ultrasensitive tit-flesh thrilled to
the delicious friction of the hard-driving cock. Martin
laid his thumbs atop the boobs and began diddling the
nipples as he fucked.
"Ohhh, that's nice!" Anne moaned. She looked down past
her nose. The flaring head of Martin's cock thrust at
her face as he shoved his hips forward. Then it
disappeared back into the softness of her jugs as he
pulled away. Back and forth his cock sawed, thrilling
her tits with every powerful stroke.
The young man felt Anne's hands close over him. He
looked into her lust-bright eyes. Taking his hands from
her boobs, he slipped them behind her neck, lacing the
fingers to support the black-haired head.
Now it was Ann who was squeezing and molding her boobs
around Martin's hard-driving cock. With him holding up
her head, she could watch every exciting thrust of that
swollen prick. Then she realized she was in a position
to do something more rewarding than just watch.
With the next forward surge of Martin's prick, she
opened her berry-red mouth and let the cockhead slip
inside. She shut her teeth behind the hood of the
flaring prick-head, trapping his cock for a dazzling
moment while her tongue laved over its burning tip.
After an eternal instant, she let the prick go.
Immediately it retreated in the dank hollow between the
girl's plentiful jugs. "Hot damn," Martin breathed.
"Like it?" Anne asked archly, eyeing her boobs hungrily,
waiting for the young man's cock to drive forward again.
She was writhing beneath Martin in a fever of passion.
The fucking his cock was giving them, and the delicious
manipulations of her own hands, had her hot and horny as
hell!
She didn't have to wait long. Martin rammed his prick
hard up the channel of yielding tit-flesh. Unerringly
the prick arrowed into the girl's mouth. She wrapped her
lips fervently around it and sucked.
Martin moaned! His crotch was pressed right up against
the undersides of his girlfriend's plentiful jugs. His
cock was imprisoned delightfully between them -- while
her skilled and eager mouth went to work on its enflamed
cockhead! "Get ready, baby," he told the girl. "I'm
going to cum off at any minute!"
Without warning Anne released his cock. It glistened
wetly with her spit. "Anytime, lover!" she gasped. "Just
fuck my titties hard, so I can get off too!"
Martin obeyed. Jacqui stared in unabashed amazement at
the fucking her nephew dealt the cheerleader's ample
tits. What power! What furious passion! At every forward
stroke his cockhead popped like a ripe fruit into Anne's
eagerly -- awaiting mouth. Every time he pulled back
Anne practically sobbed with excitement and crushed her
boobs around the spit-soaked prick.
Sexual energy seemed to radiate from the young pair.
Jacqui felt it herself. Oh, how she felt it! It wasn't
just her months of abstinence that made her pant with
passion as she slipped a hand into her panties and began
to finger-fuck herself with shaking hands. It was as if
some of the incredible sensual pleasure that had the
young cheerleader wiggling in its grip was being
transmitted somehow to her own neglected body.
Martin had never before felt anything to compare with
the treat his prick was getting now. Those warm, pliant
mounds of tit, being rolled so expertly around and
around his thrusting cock, combined with the teasing
liquid touch of Anne's lips and tongue to send him
totally out of his mind!
The black-haired beauty, her cheerleader's skirt up
around her waist and the dark-bearded pussy yawning
hungrily between her perfect thighs, was feeling no less
excitement than the boy. It was fantastic getting her
big tits fucked. Why had she never thought of it before?
The huge ripe tit-mounds were absolutely laden with
sensitive nerves, and when she got turned on, the
slightest touch sent pleasure crackling into her
ribcage. And the frenzied fucking and manual mauling
they were getting now were delicious beyond compare!
The prick fucked home in her slavering mouth. Her belly
hollowed out beneath Martin's ass as she sucked for all
she was worth. The boy grunted incoherently.
Then the withdrawing cock shot creamy white cum all over
the girl's pretty face.
Anne gasped in astonishment as the youth, no less
surprised at the sudden eruption of his giant prick,
fucked it back into the hollow of her jugs. Jism
geysered forth from between them. Then the cockhead
sprouted out again, its read head glazed with cum.
"You're coming!" Anne shouted in ecstasy. Her thighs
went together with a bang! And she started to cry out
that she was coming too. But Martin's fountaining cock,
plugging into her open mouth and spewing a charge of
boiling sperm all the way to her tonsils, muffled her
words.
Long-nailed hands mauled masses of tit-flesh around the
throbbing, spurting cock. Trembling with the fury of his
climax, Martin sat still and pumped his cum into the
girl's greedy face till it ran out her mouth, to either
side of the quivering cock. Just as eagerly, the wildly-
climaxing brunette jacked his cock off with her tits and
drank every drop of savory cum down. They grunted and
came like rutting animals till they gave a mutual, sigh
of exhaustion and Martin fell full length atop the
squirming girl. His still-stiffened cock pinned the
girl's head to the tabletop like a butterfly in a
collector's display.
Teetering on the brink of orgasm herself, Jacqui Hyde
convulsively yanked sopping fingers from her snatch. No,
this wasn't the way! She was determined to do it right,
and without any further delay.
Tonight she would be coming, as a lusty young woman
should -- with her cunt crammed full of randy, all-male
cock! And she had a plan.
-= Chapter 2 =-
Nine o'clock at night and Martin Reinhard was floating
in a blissful state halfway between waking and dreaming.
His long, lean, well-muscled body was immersed in a
steaming hot bath. His mind was immersed in lustful
thoughts of the afternoon's activities with Anne
Roxbury.
How they had fucked! After he'd tit-fucked the girl to
climax and cum off in her mouth, she had sucked his
mighty prick hard as he went down on her, lashing her
pussy oils to a froth with his knowing tongue. Then he
had rolled over on his back and fucked the girl till she
screamed with sheer ecstasy. The sight of her short
skirt riding up her thighs, bright red against the
paleness of her otherwise naked body, turned him on
immensely -- even hours and hours after the fact.
His cock was stirring into lustful life again. His eyes
closed languidly, he groped for it beneath the surface
of the water. It was already the consistency of bread
pudding, and as he lazily began jacking it off, its tip
poked up above the water and the cock acquired the
hardness of tempered steel.
God, was he ever horny again! It was too bad Anne had to
be home by five-thirty to avoid arousing the suspicions
of her parents. If she had, she could have aroused
something other than suspicion in her randy boyfriend!
Even after pumping loads of jism into her mouth and her
delectable pussy, his cock could have easily fucked her
time and time again! He had a lot more sexual vitality
than most men and he knew it.
Of course that meant sometimes, such as now, he'd be
squirting his cum into open air or bath water. And what
a waste that was!
Distantly, he became aware of a cool breath wafting over
his face and the straining tip of his prick. It took him
a minute to realize that someone had eased open the
bathroom door, and closed it just as quietly.
He opened his eyes to narrow slits. Then they went wide
as his eyebrows tried to climb to his hairline.
His aunt was standing there by the tub, looking down at
him with a strange light in her amber eyes. And she was
wearing even less than his girlfriend had been when he'd
balled her that afternoon.
He started to sit up. "Wha-?" he began. Jacqui stepped
brazenly into the tub and thrust her hips forward.
Martin's words were cut off by a damp, crisp, tasty mat
of cunt fur pressed over his mouth. The forested bulge
of his aunt's pussy mound filled his mouth with softness
and delicious flavor -- the flavor of aroused cunt!
"Mmmmm-ff!" he said, and he began gnawing on Jacqui's
cunt bun. She moaned happily and lifted her other foot
into the tub, to stand naked and spread-legged before
his surprised but happily cunt-eating nephew.
Sitting up, Martin reached behind the woman and cupped
his hands over her ass. How firm and sweet those butt-
cheeks were! He squeezed them, savoring the feel of
them. He pulled the furry pussy harder against his
gobbling face.
A trickle of something warm ran down his chin. Jacqui
groaned and cocked her hips. The greasy slit of her cunt
slid right up over her nephew's greedy lips. Then her
pussy spread wide to kiss the youth full on the mouth --
a rank, juicy, sloppy cunt-kiss that made his cock throb
violently with painful, urgent need.
"Mmmmm!" he said again, more emphatically than before.
He kissed those gaping pussy lips with a wet smack that
made his aunt shudder with delight. Then he slid his
tongue into the brimming mess of her cunt.
"Oh my!" she gasped. She was really and truly startled
by his tongue entering her pussy. Not that she was
surprised by Martin's doing so -- under the
circumstances, running his tongue lovingly into his
aunt's dripping slit was rather to be expected -- but by
how utterly good it felt! She cradled his head in her
hands and began rubbing her pussy into his face.
The youth's tongue was sweet music to her cunt. First it
ran up and down the slot of her cunt a few times,
sucking up mouthfuls of sweet, freely flowing pussy
oils. Then it eased out of her cunt and began scouring
the pussy lips from the outside, licking and lapping,
running between the sensitive inner cunt lips and the
thick flesh-rolls of her outer pussy lips.
"That's nice -- very nice," Jacqui murmured. It felt as
if a hand was closed over her heart. Why had she waited
so long? For months she had been living in the same
house with this gorgeous stud. Why had she hesitated so
long before finding relief for her overpowering sexual
need?
But this was incest, a part of her protested. This was
evil, unnatural, wrong. Her own nephew! The idea that
she would be standing in a bathtub full of hot water
while her nephew noisily devouring her greedy cunt would
once have shocked her.
But now she didn't care. Sampling again the incredible
delight of having her pussy eagerly and expertly lapped,
she knew she would do anything to keep getting the
delightful attention her pussy required. It was betrayal
of her sister, she knew. And if her affair with Martin
were ever found out, it would be the end of her job at
the library as well.
Martin pulled his head back from the dripping cunt. He
stuck his tongue out deliberately and touched its tip to
the scalloped inner cunt-lips. They tasted hot and oily.
He began to push the tongue between his aunt's pussy
lips, felt her shiver with pleasure. "Oooooh," she
husked, from the back of her throat. "What are they
teaching you kids in school these days?"
Martin didn't answer. He just kept running his tongue
into her slack-lipped cunt. Seething liquid from
Jacqui's pussy filled his mouth and lathered his tongue.
He felt the elastic walls of her cunt molding around his
intruding tongue, trying to draw it deeper into the
depths of her needy twat.
Hard, even teeth crushed Jacqui's pussy lips. Deeper and
deeper probed the young man's tongue. Then it stopped.
Jacqui rolled her hips around that teasingly cock-
imitating shaft of tongue. Her pussy muscles so long
unused, came to life to grasp it in a slippery sleeve of
cunt.
Martin moaned as his aunt's pussy took hold of his
tongue. Damn, she had good muscle control! What would
that educated pussy feel like wrapped around his
throbbing, rampant cock?
He intended to find out. But first he was going to make
his hot aunt cum!
He started fucking his tongue furiously in and out of
Jacqui's lathering pussy. Aromatic essence of cunt
filled his mouth. Shuddering moans of delight filled his
ears.
Jacqui's pussy was alive with pleasure, and her whole
body seemed to prickle with hot white points of joy.
"Oh, it's good," she cried. Her head was thrown back and
her bobbed auburn hair spilled down her back. Her throat
was a graceful white arch. "I'd forgotten how -- ooooh!
-- good it is to have my pussy lapped!"
Martin was thinking he'd never known how good it was to
lap a pussy! His aunt's slobbering squirming snatch
seemed to possess a life of its own. It was clutching
and frenching his tongue as skillfully as any mouth. Her
lean, nude body, slippery with condensed water, was
satiny-skinned and delightful to the touch. The taste of
her cunt was clean and crisp and tantalizing.
He tongue-fucked that greedy pussy till Jacqui was
groaning mindlessly and orbiting her hips around his
stabbing tongue. Then he changed his tactics. He pulled
his tongue out with a juicy pop! And then slid it up the
spice-filled trench of her cunt till it notched into the
little vee of flesh at the upper end.
To his surprise, he found that her clit, far from
cowering back within its protective hood of pink pussy,
was jutting out proudly, demanding the attention of his
tongue. He didn't disappoint the nerve-rich node that
was the pleasure center of his aunt's pussy.
Incandescent flashes of light exploded in Jacqui's
brain. "Aaaaaaah!" she gasped. Her fingernails dug into
the back of nephew's blond head. "Eat me! Eat me till I
can't stand it anymore! Make me cum! I need to cum!"
To hear was to obey. Punching at the clit with his
tongue, Martin slipped his lips around it. His belly
went hollow as he sucked with all his might.
Water sloshed agitatedly around Jacqui's calves. What
tremendous force had hit her like a thunderbolt? What
power was shaking her? Why was her pussy, seeming at the
same time to collapse and explode in a galaxy of
delicious sensations.
It had been so long. But then the long-limbed divorcee
recognized what was happening to her.
"Yes! YES!" she cried, exultant. "I'M CUMMMMINGG!"
Her sharp tits bounced and jiggled madly. Martin slipped
his thumb into the morass of her cunt, felt her pussy
walls contract tightly about it. Her pubic bones slammed
him in the face so hard he saw stars. He clung grimly,
sucking and tonguing her swollen clit, while she fucked
her hips ecstatically back and forth into his greedily
gobbling face.
"Unnnh! Unnnh! Uh-HUNH!" Jacqui moaned in tempo to the
banging of her cunt into her nephew's face. It's so
nice, she thought, soooo nice. How did I ever live
without it?
The fury of his aunt's orgasm made the young man
uncomfortably aware of his own need. His cock seemed to
pound with one urgent demand -- fuck, fuck, he had to
fuck!
With his thumb still stirring the delightful witches
brew of his aunt's climaxing cunt, he began to tug the
lissome armload of woman down toward the stiff bar of
prick between her water-slick thighs.
The crashing waves of orgasm were beginning to calm
inside Jacqui's long-neglected body. She wondered why
Martin was trying to pull her down. She bent her head
slowly forward, savoring the relaxation of her orgasm-
tightened neck muscles. Her eyes opened.
All of a sudden she knew what her nephew had in mind.
Like an iceberg, most of his titanic cock was submerged
in the bath water. But enough of his scarlet-headed
prick showed above the rippling wavelets to arouse the
interest anew in her sated cunt!
Her feet slipping on the enamel floor of the tub, she
bent her knees. Her pussy-mouth parted readily, watering
in anticipation of being crammed full of her nephew's
cock. Her heart thudded against her ribs as though
trying to hammer its way out. She was about to be
fucked!
Martin lay back and watched the show. He pulled his
tongue out of Jacqui's snatch. It was sticky and shiny
with fragrant pussy sauces. He put it in his mouth and
licked it absentmindedly.
The pink-petalled flower of Jacqui's cunt blossomed
before her nephew's lustful eyes. He watched raptly as
the pussy reached right for the head of his prick. Was
this really happening? Never in his wildest imaginings
had he ever dreamed he'd be watching his beautiful aunt
getting ready to fuck herself silly on his outsized
cock. And getting fucked in the bathroom was one of his
most agonizingly unattainable sexual fantasies!
The dripping lips of Jacqui's cunt touched the red-hot
tip of her nephew's cock. Both of them were almost
surprised when they didn't hear a hiss of steam. The
lips opened, slid down, drawing the cock into the
overflowing well of her pussy.
In fascination, Martin watched Jacqui's cunt completely
swallow the fat, wedge-shaped head of his prick. The
cool lips closed on the throbbing shaft of his prick. He
closed his eyes and sighed.
Shifting her hips to seat herself more firmly on the
youth's prick, Jacqui started to lower herself.
In her years of being married to accountant Vic Edwards,
Jacqui had learned all kinds of tricks to drive a man
out of his mind when he fucked her. But now she wasn't
being subtle. She had no time for that.
She had to feel every inch of that wonderful prick
crammed into her cunt without delay!
Without a pause Jacqui's pussy flowed down the pillar of
Martin's cock. With a squelching sound the triangle of
her cunt bush disappeared into the water. Martin pressed
his head against the unyielding white enamel and shut
his eyes as Jacqui ground her pussy hard into his
crotch.
He didn't have time to savor the oily snugness of her
sinuous tube of pussy. At once she raised herself, her
cunt lips pooching out along the well-greased pole cock.
Martin bit his lip as vacuum sucked irresistibly on his
hard, horny cock.
For an instant Jacqui hung poised in space, water
pouring off her buttocks and thighs, reveling in the
feel of having her cunt lips wedged apart by the mammoth
head of her nephew's cock. She was in heaven! This was
incest, this was something she'd always been taught was
a nasty, ugly sin. She should have been recoiling in
horror from the very idea.
But instead she was wallowing in the hot, horny,
carnally sensuous reality of fucking!
She sat down suddenly. She and Martin gasped as her
pussy was abruptly chock-full of vibrating cock. He
reached dripping hands out of the water to grab hold of
her tits. The nipples poked like little fingers into his
palms. Then his aunt erupted out of the water like a sea
serpent. Grunting and blowing, Martin lay back and tried
to survive the most hair-raising wild fuck of his young
life!
He could feel in every fiber of his aunt's nude body
that here was a woman totally skilled in the erotic
arts, but she wasn't using a bit of finesse on his
straining prick. Instead, she was fucking herself with
the erotic abandon of the truly sex-starved. And it was
practically killing him with pleasure!
Incredibly, Jacqui's pussy was tight -- almost too much
so. It was every bit as tight as any of the tasty,
nubile adolescent pussies he'd plugged his cock into.
And that tightness, combined with the desperate fury
with which his aunt was rhythmically impaling itself on
his prick, were hurling him headlong toward coming off.
But he didn't want that to happen -- not yet! This was
too nice to end so soon. Here was the perfect,
unattainable woman he'd lived close to for half a year.
He hadn't even dared fantasize fucking her before this.
That was incest. It was forbidden. If he'd so much as
considered it, he felt sure she would have detected it
and turned from him fathomless loathing.
But here she was -- fucking him half to death in his
very own bath! And it was her doing, not his. Till he'd
opened his eyes to stare unbelievingly at the slender,
naked body towering over him, he had had no thought of
sampling the delights of Jacqui Hyde's pussy!
"Ahhh-ngahh!" Jacqui sobbed. Her head whipped from side
to side in counterpoint to the up and down of her
soaking ass. She had a cock in her pussy again and what
a cock! Even Vic Edwards hadn't had a cock like that --
and he hadn't used it half as well! Though he wasn't
aware he was doing so, Martin was driving hard with his
hips every time his aunt slid down the greasy cock,
hammering his prick home in her juicy snatch. He seemed
to be pounding the head of his prick halfway to his
aunt's tonsils. And that was just exactly what she
wanted!
The level of water in the bathtub was going down. Huge
quantities of water sloshed out onto the floor every
time Jacqui ground her ass hard against her nephew's
thighs, and more slopped over when she shoved herself up
till she was standing all the way up on her knees and
marveling that a good inch of cock was still in her
cunt!
"Give it to me!" Jacqui gritted. "Let me have every inch
of that lovely cock!"
"You've got it, baby," Martin replied. He closed his
hands on her boobs.
"That feels good -- everything you do feels good! I love
the feel of your cock in me. I love you hands on my
tits! Oh, fuck me hard!"
Martin squeezed the slender nipples between finger and
thumb. His head was swimming. Fucking underwater was a
completely different sensation from anything he'd ever
experienced! The water swirling around his prick made
his cock react in a brand new way to the cunt-juiced
filled pussy slithering ravenously over it.
A shudder wracked his muscular frame. His hands clamped
like pinchers on his aunt's boobs.
"What is it?" she asked. "Are you about to cum?"
Martin nodded.
"Good! Cum now -- cum in me! I want your jism in my
pussy!"
If that's the way you want it, Martin thought. He fucked
upwards so his hips emerged from the water and Jacqui
writhed in the air on the deeply buried ramrod of her
nephew's cock. Then he fired a long, lingering blast of
cum far, far up into his aunt's belly.
The sting of Martin's hot cum seared the nerve-ends in
Jacqui's cunt. A spark seemed to burn its way into her
pussy. Then she exploded.
The first contraction milked an even longer surge of
sperm from Martin's prick. With his body enveloped in
warm water and his prick embedded in a clutching cunt,
Martin surrendered himself totally to the erotic
sensations. He floated in a rich broth of ecstasy, and
pumped load after load of boiling cum into Jacqui's
coming twat.
His head sank into the frothing water. His ears filled
with the fluid. But dimly, a sound came to his brain,
seemingly ringing in her very bones.
Then, as the pounding surf of climax closed over his
consciousness, he identified the sound. It was the full-
throated, ecstatic screaming of a woman being purged of
endless nights of deep, dark longing.
-= Chapter 3 =-
Black high-heeled shoes, incongruously elegant for a
librarian, clattered down the steps to the basement.
Jacqui felt her heart fluttering with delighted
anticipation. Why, I'm behaving just like a schoolgirl
on her first date! She thought. She smiled at herself.
Her lips were very red and very shiny.
"Hello!" she called, leaning out of the stairwell and
peering around in the gloom of the basement. "Hello?"
There was no answer except for a slightly hollow echo.
She stepped forward. Her heels clicked on the bare
cement floor of the basement. "Hello?" she called again.
Blinding light sprang up. She yelped and jumped back,
throwing up an arm to shield her face from the glare.
"Welcome to my castle," said a passable imitation of
Bela Lugosi. Then the startled librarian heard laughter
coming from the direction of the dazzling light.
"Martin?" she said timidly. "Is that you?"
Instantly the light went off. Jacqui stood blinking away
violet spots that hovered before her eyes. "Found out,"
her nephew laughed, stepping forward.
As much angry with herself for letting herself be scared
half out of her wits as with her nephew for his childish
prank, Jacqui opened her mouth to protest. Instantly
Martin had his strong arms around her and her mouth
covered with his. "Mmmm-mm!" the woman said, but then
her nephew's probing tongue silenced her.
For a long moment she stood with her head back while
Martin scoured the inside of her mouth with his tongue.
Then her own hands crept up around his broad ribcage,
and her tongue met his in a sensuous embrace. Tall as
she was, and in high-heels to boot, her nephew still had
to tilt his head down to kiss his lusty aunt.
The youth's hands stroked down her back. She thrilled to
the firm, gentle touch. Then Martin's hands went around
her ass cheeks and squeezed. Jacqui moaned and ground
her pussy mound against his crotch.
Fingers probed in toward the crease between Jacqui's
perfectly-matched buttocks. She felt a fingertip prod at
the dainty pucker of her asshole, through the fabric of
her panties and her short, slinky skirt. Another finger
rubbed at the tender flesh between her butthole and the
already-watering gape of her pussy. She sighed heavily,
and her hands turned into claws on her nephew's back.
Her small firm breasts were flattened against Martin's
chest. Jacqui could feel the blood-gorged nipples like
little pebbles being pushed back into the cushions of
her tits. Every beat of Martin's heart sent tickles of
pleasure into her nipples.
The smell of passion-misted cunt wafted to both their
nostrils. Jacqui's excited cunt juices were flowing
eagerly into the crotch of her panties. Gasping with
passion, she tore her mouth away from her nephew's.
"What are you waiting for?" she demanded huskily. "Throw
me down on the floor and fuck me!"
Grinning, her nephew pushed her away and regarded her at
arm's length. She was an impressive picture, with her
pouty jugs heaving, her amber eyes glowing with lust,
her small, saucy mouth shiny, and her hair in auburn
disarray. She looked far younger even than she was.
"You don't know how much I'd like to do that," the boy
confided to her. "But didn't I promise yesterday I'd
have something very, ahh, special for you this
afternoon?"
Excitedly, Jacqui nodded.
"Then come along," He took his aunt by the arm and
steered her back toward the recreation area.
The rec room was a corner of the basement that Martin's
dad had carpeted and partially paneled in walnut-stained
plywood. It contained a pool table -- the one Jacqui had
watched her nephew tit-fuck his girlfriend on the day
before -- a few chairs, a set of weights, an exercise
cycle, and an unlikely contraption Jacqui had been told
was a rowing machine. Martin was down here for a long
time every day, working out with the sports equipment,
or in his own partitioned corner of the basement, which
he had turned into a darkroom for his own hobby,
photography.
At the moment it looked as if he'd decided to invade the
rec room. Big lights were hung from clamps here and
there about the room, waiting the flick of a switch to
fill the room with hot white light. It had been one of
these that Martin had dazzled his aunt with when she
came down to the basement to find him.
To one side of the room was Martin's pride and joy, a
big, expensive camera on a tripod, aimed at a bare patch
of carpet. It had some kind of mechanism affixed to it,
which the lovely librarian couldn't identify but which
reminded her of a kitchen timer.
"What's this?" she asked, turning. Martin stood beaming
proudly at the array.
"Haven't you guessed?" he asked. He steered her by the
arm to stand in front of the camera. He stepped to it
and made an adjustment. When he stepped back to his
aunt's side there was a faint humming in the air.
"Wha-?" Jacqui began, but as before Martin's mouth shut
off her words. His tongue was like a firebrand on hers,
and she moaned throatily and returned the kiss, her arms
wrapped around her nephew's neck.
There was a small but distinct click. Jacqui jumped
back, staring around. Her eye lit on the camera's big
object lens. "Wait a minute," she said, narrowing her
eyes suspiciously. "Did that thing just make a noise?"
Martin let go of his aunt. "Smile," he said. "You're on
camera!" He went over to the wall and flicked a switch.
Immediately the room was ablaze with light.
"What's the big idea?" his aunt demanded. Standing
there, with her fists on her hips and her head cocked to
one side, she was the most achingly erotic thing he'd
ever seen.
He swept her up in his arms. Again their mouths melted
together for a lingering kiss. One hand traveled to
Jacqui's crotch and squeezed her cunt bun, then hiked up
her skirt and slipped inside.
Jacqui groaned as her nephew's hand closed over her
pussy mound. He massaged the cunt bun, feeling the
moistness of her panties. His other hand came around to
fondle a delectable tit.
The diminutive click sounded again. Jacqui started
violently, but her nephew lifted his hand and ran it
down inside her panties. Her warm pussy sauces flowed
out over his palm, and then a finger was in her cunt,
stroking gently in and out.
The hand let go of her tit. Before Jacqui knew what was
happening it was skinning her sodden underpants off her
rounded butt, down the taper of her thighs, around her
knees. Cool air washed over the flooded, finger-filled
slash of her cunt. Martin's stiff cock, still trapped in
his pants, felt like a bar of cold-rolled steel between
them.
Jacqui broke off her kiss. She bent over and pulled off
her panties, gracefully lifting first one leg and then
the other. She tossed the panties gaily aside and began
unbuttoning her coffee-colored blouse. With one hand
still cupped to the forested mound of her cunt while a
finger probed at the tormented inside her pussy, the
other slid down to revel in the silky feel of her bare
ass.
In an instant the librarian had her blouse open and was
shrugging it off over white shoulders. The high proud
tits encased in a lacy black bra were nowhere near the
mountainous mammaries Anne Roxbury had displayed, but
they were worthy of attention in their own right.
Martin's eyes devoured the boobs as his aunt reached
over her shoulders to undo the catch.
With a snick, it came free. She brought her bra straps
forward over her shoulders with deliberate tantalizing
slowness. She felt his cock give a mighty throb of
impatience.
The cups of the bra fell away. Twin glories of tit-flesh
were exposed -- not the vast heaving mounds the raven-
haired cheerleader possessed, but jutting pale cones,
tipped with dark brown nipples half an inch long,
straining with lustful eagerness. Martin fucked another
finger into his aunt's dripping cunt and buried his face
between her boobs.
Jacqui cried out as her nephew's rough wet tongue washed
over her jugs. Paradoxically, it felt both hot and cool
at the same time. She cradled his head to her, gritting
her teeth in pleasure so intense it approached pain as
he brushed a nipple with his tongue.
The two fingers sucked noisily out of her twat. She
started to protest, but then Martin pulled her skirt
down, baring her ass and furry twat. She moaned again
and pressed against him.
Her pussy yearned for his giant cock. Her tits were on
fire with delight from his tongue and the gentle, almost
infuriating nips he was giving the delicate white tit-
flesh with his teeth. She stepped out of her skirt and
her nephew folded both hands around her rump again. His
fingers came inward, teased open the lips of her snatch,
and pushed inside her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh!" Jacqui cried. Her cunt was suddenly full to
overflowing with her nephew's squirming fingers. The
sensation was like having a handful of snakes thrust up
her cunt.
With frenzied fingers she began plucking at the buttons
of Martin's work shirt, reaching around his blond head
as she did so. He licked up to the point of one dainty
tit and fastened his mouth on it like a lamprey. He
sucked in with all his might till Jacqui felt the skin
would be delightfully stripped away from her jugs. Then
he began exerting a gradual pressure with his teeth, his
lips wrapped over them to keep them from hurting the
soft skin of his aunt's boobs.
With his tongue he punched at an erect nipple. It
vibrated with excitement. "God!" choked Jacqui. She
waggled her ass. Her pussy squelched around his invading
fingers.
His shirt unbuttoned, Jacqui pulled it down over his
powerful brown shoulders. He let the trapped tit slide
out of his mouth till he was holding just the stiff
nipple between his lips. He began to gnaw at it.
The youth was in heaven. His hands were full of oily,
lively cunt. The scalding sauces of his aunt's cunt ran
freely over his knuckles. His mouth was savoring the
dry, salty taste of tit, and his whole body was feeling
the erotic tension building up inside Jacqui. If he
didn't do something quick, he was going to cum in his
pants!
His fingers sloshed out of Jacqui's cunt. Pussy juice
drooled down her firm thighs. He let go of her nipple
and turned her naked body around, tugging his shirt the
rest of the way off as he did so.
Jacqui found herself bent over, with her ass pressed
into Martin's crotch. One arm was draped over her hip
and curled around so that knowing fingers could search
out her clit in the rain-forest tangle of her cunt bush.
Martin's other hand was busily opening the fly of his
corduroys.
"Hurry!" Jacqui urged. "Get that big cock out and fuck
it into me. Oh, hurry!"
With a slap, the underside of Martin's stiff prick
rebounded off her rounded butt. She felt its heat
washing over her ass. "Fuck me now!" she demanded as he
let go of her twat to pull off his pants and underwear.
Her wish was his command. Straightening, Martin took
hold of her lushly-padded hips and without further
preamble drove his long, cool cock hilt-deep in her
cunt!
Jacqui gasped as her nephew's prick thrust home in the
brimming well of her pussy. His hands were holding her
around the waist now. Huffing like a steam engine he
began fucking his huge prick swiftly in and out of the
librarian's dripping snatch.
Her tits bobbled to every powerful stroke of her
nephew's massive cock. With her hands on her thighs for
balance, Jacqui stood and drank in the hardness, the
rampant maleness of that pistoning prick. Once again,
the camera clicked.
She was suddenly aware that she had subconsciously heard
the clicking sound several times during the last few
minutes. She'd been too preoccupied to truly take
notice. Now she rolled her hips sensuously around the
invading spar of cock as Martin fucked into her and
asked, "What exactly is the idea behind that -- ahhh! --
camera? God, you're big!"
"Thanks," the youth grunted. "Like I told you, it's your
surprise. I thought it would be fun to get everything
down on film, sort of. You know how being in front of a
camera brings out the ham in everyone."
Jacqui stiffened. "You mean that thing is taking
pictures of us?" she demanded.
In reply her nephew ran his nine inches of prick
smoothly and irresistibly into her oily cunt. "Sure," he
gasped, as the resilient walls of his aunt's pussy
collapsed around his prick. His balls slapped wetly
against the mouth of her cunt. "Every twenty seconds on
the "woooooowww! -- dot."
He pulled out with a sound of suction. Her pussy sheath
clung to his cock like a sleeve of oiled silk.
Jacqui's disgust and anger floated away on a current of
pleasure. How could she get mad at her nephew, with that
wonderful cock giving her cunt the best reaming-out it
had ever had? She'd never even seen a cock as big as
Martin's.
As for being photographed -- Jacqui suddenly realized
her pulse was beating even faster, her breath was coming
shorter. She was getting even more turned on at the idea
of being photographed while she fucked her nephew.
"You're right," she said. "Being on camera does bring
out the ham in a person."
"Huh?" Martin asked. Then all the air whooshed from his
lungs as Jacqui gripped his cock with her pussy and
threw her hips into a wild spiral.
It was like having his cock stuck in a blender. Martin
tried to slow down, but his hips wouldn't let him. Of
their own accord they kept fucking his cock in and out
of that well-lubricated, steaming, hungry cunt.
"W-w-wow!" he gasped again. Jacqui's tits jiggled madly.
She felt his fingers clamped like talons on her hips.
His cock was stretching and twisting the tunnel of her
pussy in a million different, wonderful ways.
"Like that?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder
with a lascivious smile. Her nephew could do no more
than grunt wordlessly and nod his head. She tossed her
hair and concentrated on the feel of his furiously
pumping prick.
The strong fingers let go her hips and slid down the
curve of her butt. The churning ripeness of her lush ass
filled his hands. He slid his thumbs into the sweaty
crevice between her ass-cheeks. Their tips touched her
asshole.
They teased at the coyly fisted opening of Jacqui's ass.
She moaned with pleasure. Martin popped his thumb into
her asshole then, and she cried aloud.
With total abandon she fucked her nephew. Sweat ran down
her face and dripped off her chin. Both her cunt and her
butt were filled with man! It was beautiful.
Martin fucked his thumb in and out of his aunt's asshole
a few times. His furry crotch brushed his knuckles at
every thrust of his rigid prick. A fine spray of
fragrant cunt honey dewed his hand.
He fucked his cock into Jacqui's cunt so hard it lifted
her feet off the floor. Then he pulled the prick noisily
out of her pussy. A torrent of cunt sauce ran down her
legs like lava.
"What's the matter?" Jacqui demanded. Her voice hoarse
with passion. "Keep fucking me -- don't stop now!"
"I won't," her nephew assured her. The thumb came out
her ass till only the tip remained in her butt hole. She
felt a delicious stretching as the reluctant circular
muscle that held her butthole closed was pulled open.
Click! Went the camera. Jacqui felt something warm and
resilient slotted into the cup-like opening of her
asshole, between Martin's thumb tips. It began pressing
inward with a gentle, irresistible pressure.
Jacqui felt trickles of coolness running down her ass.
It was cunt juice, she realized, dripping from his
mammoth, well-oiled cock. "You're about to fuck my
butt!" she sang out, an edge of nervousness in her
voice.
"No," he corrected. "I am fucking your butt!" He pushed
hard. The head of his cock popped into his aunt's ass.
He let out a prolonged, shuddering sigh of pure pleasure
at the feel of that tight ring of ass flesh clamped
behind the flaring glans of his prick.
For a moment he stood with just the end of his cock
stuck in his aunt's butt. His palms were sweaty on her
ass. "Do you want to be fucked up the ass?" he asked.
"You do like it, don't you."
"Y-yes." Jacqui bit her lip. "But it's been so long...
and you're so... so huge!"
"That should make it better." Click! Went the camera.
Martin slid his fingers forwards and hooked them around
Jacqui's hipbones.
"Ready or not," he said, "Here I cum!"
As completely possessed by raging lust as the librarian
was now, she was willing to surrender her asshole
willingly to her nephew's huge pole of cock. But the
reflex of her anus was to tighten up against the
intrusion of Martin's prick. Greased as it was with the
luscious fluids from her aroused cunt, it couldn't be
stopped, but the opposition of Jacqui's ass muscles made
it a hard task to drive the cock home.
The muscles stood out on Martin's forearms as he pulled
his aunt's pale nude body onto his cock. "Ohh-ow!" she
gasped. "It hurts. You're too big!"
Ignoring her, he kept single-mindedly shoving his cock
into her perfect butt. He watched fascinated as his fat
prick inched its way between her molded ass-cheeks. Her
ass was taut beneath the satin skin as it fought his
cock.
It felt to the bent-over librarian, as if her butt was
going to be split apart by Martin's cock. It was too big
to fit in her tiny asshole! "Stop," she begged. "Take it
out of my butt. I'll suck you, fuck you... anything you
want. Just get it out of my ass!"
Martin looked down at her, the curving lines of her
slender back, the swell of her buttocks, the scarlet
crack of her ass, spread wide now by his cock wedging
between her butt cheeks. "I will," he choked, "if that's
what you really want."
Jacqui relaxed slightly. Another inch of prick jammed
into her butt. "Aiie!" she yelled. "Yes -- no! No, I
love it! I love the feel of your cock in my butt! It
hurts, but it hurts so good! Tear me apart, if you want
to. Make me hurt, make me scream, make me split down the
middle only, fuck my ass!"
With a mighty heave, Martin thrust the rest of his prick
into her butt. The air hissed out of her lungs as his
taut ball sac smacked against her pussy. She had taken
in his entire magnificent prick!
For a dozen heartbeats they stood like that, crotch to
ass. Martin savored the impossible pressure enfolding
his prick from all sides. Jacqui reveled in the feel of
having her tiny anal passage stuffed completely full of
cock. The huge prick seemed to swell inside her with
every neat of her heart, threatening at any moment to
tear her naked body open. But now, though she was
conscious of stabbing pains shooting through her ass,
all they did was add a sweet edge of the pleasure the
cock in her ass gave her.
Martin pushed with his hand against her upturned ass.
His cock started sliding out. Jacqui cried out! It hurt!
She was being pulled inside-out. Her ass channel seemed
to be getting rubbed raw by the withdrawing prick.
But at the same time it felt better than anything she'd
ever imagined!
It took every ounce of will power for Martin to keep
from blowing his wad up his aunt's ass then and there.
But he wanted to fuck her butt first! He pulled out,
feeling a dazzling array of hot sensations as Jacqui
began wiggling her ass around his cock. He pulled the
prick out of that maddeningly tight noose -- and then he
drove it home with sledgehammer force.
"Ahhh, GAAAAAAAAWWWWWD!" Jacqui screamed, and then her
nephew was fucking her ass for all he was worth. Despite
its enormous girth and the narrowness of his aunt's
anus, Martin was soon pistoning his cock in and out of
his aunt's asshole almost as fast as if he were fucking
her sloppy, slippery pussy!
Jacqui's knees gave way under her. They banged on the
carpeted floor. Martin followed, his half-buried cock
bending sharply downward. The twisting his cock gave
Jacqui's asshole made her see stars and wiggle her ass
even more furiously around the incredible cock! She fell
forward.
Her tits were squashed against the carpet. Her cheek was
pressed to the floor. Martin knelt behind her, banging
his big prick in and out of her tortured asshole as if
he were trying for an Olympic gold medal. Every powerful
thrust of his prick grated Jacqui's lust swollen tits
against the rug. But she didn't care!
She was almost delirious with pleasure -- pain. This was
ecstasy, this was what the ancient martyrs felt. The
agony in her ass transfigured her pleasure, made it a
cosmic delight that touched body and soul. She could
feel her nephew's heart thudding, deep within her ass.
She could feel the simmering load of jism coming to a
boil in his balls.
"Cum in me, Martin," she pleaded. "I'm ready -- oh God,
I'm ready! All I need is to feel your cum in my ass!
Fill my rectum with your sperm!"
To accent her words, she tightened her asshole as hard
as she could. Martin groaned as his cock was crushed.
Every square inch of its surface seemed to have been
rubbed raw by fucking up and down the too narrow passage
of Jacqui's ass. The feeling of having his prick crushed
by her ass overloaded his every sense.
It was too much. He came. A fiery wad of cum shot up
Jacqui's butt, burning like napalm.
Jacqui wanted to cry out with love and gratitude as she
felt Martin's jism scald her asshole. But she couldn't
find her voice. It was as if giant hands clamped her
pussy tunnel, her heart, her lungs, and squeezed. She
couldn't breathe. She couldn't cry out. All she could do
was press her face into the carpet and cum around the
bucking, thrusting, spitting prick!
The smooth demiglobes of her ass swam in Martin's vision
as he came and came again. The camera clicks seemed to
come closer together now, recording every surging pulse
of his coming cock, every involuntary jump of his aunt's
sleek ass, as the milked every drop of sensation of
their mutual climax.
At last the fury began to die down. Head slumped loosely
on his neck, Martin idly watched the white cum bubble
out around the bar of his prick and dribble down the
cleft of Jacqui's ass.
-= Chapter 4 =-
For a long time Martin stood there on his knees behind
his aunt's upturned buttocks. Sweat dripped into his
eyes, stinging them with salt. He gazed with
satisfaction at the sweetly rounded ass-cheeks pressed
against his crotch, with his mammoth cock thrust between
them. As the last throbs of his climax ebbed away, he
watched jism trickle from Jacqui's overflowing asshole.
It ran in white streams down the insides of her thighs.
The woman let out a luxurious sigh and rubbed her cheeks
dreamily on the carpet. "That was nice," she purred. She
wagged her butt slightly around the still-rigid spar of
her nephew's cock. "When do we do it again?"
"Right away." Martin put his palms on the pale ass
cheeks and pushed away. Inch by inch his giant prick
came out of his aunt's ass, dripping with his cum.
"Ahhhhhh," Jacqui said in satisfaction. "That feels
good. It's been so long since I've had a cock in my
ass."
With a little grunt of exertion, Martin pulled the rest
of his prick out of her butt. It dangled between his
hairy, muscular thighs, drooling jism. Spend leaked out
of Jacqui's still-slackened asshole. He bent down and
kissed it.
The taste of his own cum was tart in his mouth as he
pressed his lips to the woman's butthole. She moved her
hips from side to side and pushed her trim ass back
against his face.
"Oh -- ahhhhhhhh," she murmured as her nephew slipped
his tongue up her butt. "That feels strange --
different. But nice, very nice."
Martin didn't hear her. He'd never eaten a woman's ass
before. The sensation was unusual and delightful.
Different, as his aunt had said. The small pucker of
Jacqui's asshole was dry and rubbery. Her asshole
itself, when he slid his tongue inside it, was tight and
hot and slick with his cum.
As he tongued her anus, he brought up a hand to cup her
cunt bun, teasing a finger between her pendulous pussy
lips. He was rewarded by a moan of pleasure and a
cascade of hot sauce from his aunt's snatch that filled
his hand.
Martin's tongue felt good up Jacqui's butt. It was as
new an experience for her as for her randy nephew. Her
sex life with her ex-husband had been rich and varied,
before Jacqui had finally gotten fed up with his
infidelity. He had enjoyed fucking his long-legged wife
up the ass, but had never tried licking her butthole.
The blond youth eagerly swirled his tongue around inside
his aunt's asshole till it was clean of his cum. Then he
sat up, licking his lips. From his knees he surveyed the
naked exposure of Jacqui's back and butt.
"Hmmm," he said. Then he hauled back and gave the woman
a stinging slap across her ass.
"Yipe!" Jacqui yelped. Her body straightened as she shot
forward on the carpet. She lay on her stomach, panting.
The tips of her tits burned from their rapid slide over
the rough carpet.
"What's the big idea?" the nude woman demanded. She felt
gingerly at her butt. Her skin was warm to the touch
where her nephew's hand had landed.
The camera clicked again. "Just a new game I've thought
up," Martin told her. "How long has it been since you've
been spanked?"
It took Jacqui a few moments to catch what her nephew
was getting at. Then she exploded in a fury of movement,
pulling her legs and arms beneath her and trying to
scuttle away from the muscular young man. That swat on
the ass hurt, and while her nephew was a helluva good
fuck, she had a feeling she wasn't going to care much
for this new game of his.
Martin let his aunt get halfway to the stairs. Then in a
few easy bounds he was on her. His strong arms wrapped
around her wrist, he picked her up and hauled her
kicking and struggling back into the room.
"Let me go!" Jacqui demanded. She was flushing hotly all
over her naked body. Her toothsome tits were a fetching
rosy hue. "Put me down this instant!"
Her nephew obeyed by dumping her unceremoniously on all
fours beside the pool table. She tried to get up again,
but then he was on top of her, straddling her, pinning
her face down on the floor with his weight. She flailed
and kicked and cried out indignantly. To her fury, all
her exertions seemed to do was amuse her nephew.
Laughing uproariously, he trapped both his aunt's
slender wrists in one large hand. Then he picked up a
nylon rope lying on the floor nearby and tied her wrists
together with one end. The other he lashed to a stout
leg of the pool table, leaving about a foot of play in
the rope.
The weight came off of Jacqui's back. She rolled over.
Her nephew was standing looking down at her with a look
of satisfaction on his handsome face. His prick stuck
out almost straight from the tawny tangle of his bush,
she noted. "W-what are you going to do with me?" the
naked, bound librarian asked her nephew quivering.
Martin's smile broadened. A wicked glitter came into his
green eyes. "Why, I'm going to spank you," he said.
"You've been a bad, bad girl."
At the look on Martin's face, Jacqui's pulse quickened
with fear. Or was it more than that? Her dilated
nostrils seemed to detect a fresh tang of pussy sauce in
the air.
A sudden, strange feeling of coldness came over Jacqui.
Was she getting turned on at the idea that her powerful,
masculine nephew was about to spank her bare,
defenseless buttocks? At the feel of having her wrists
helplessly bound together by a nylon rope?
She didn't have much time to think about it. Martin
plopped down beside her on the floor and hauled her
effortlessly across his knee. "Wait, hold it," she
pleaded. "Can't we reason this OOOOOUUUUCH!"
Martin raised his hands from a white butt-cheek blazing
with the scarlet imprint of his palm. His hand stung
from the force of the blow. He could feel his aunt
quivering in his lap.
What was this feeling he had? His pulse pounded in his
ears. He was extremely horny, all of a sudden, despite
coming off spectacularly in his aunt's asshole not five
minutes ago. He could feel the tip of his cock poking
into Jacqui's soft belly. But it was more than mere lust
he was feeling now. It was... power.
The camera clicked. He swung again, a looping overhand
swat. "Yiiiiii!" Jacqui squealed. She jackknifed
violently. Her long legs flashed in the air.
Again Martin hit her, and again. Then he was raining
blows furiously on his aunt's upturned buttocks. With a
sound like wet sails snapping in the wind, he spanked
those luscious bare ass-cheeks for all he was worth.
Jacqui was crying and pleading with him to stop. The
tears ran freely down her face. The rope was rubbing her
wrists raw, but showed no signs of giving way. She was
trapped, despite her struggles.
Heat radiated from the upturned ass. The once-snowy
hills of ass flesh glowed a deep cherry red. It seemed
to the aroused youth that he could feel the smarting in
his aunt's abused ass.
Sweat streamed down his face. His muscles were getting
sore from his relentless onslaught on Jacqui's ass. She
bounced around in his lap, flopping and squirming with
the pain.
Sweat-covered flesh slid over sweat-covered flesh.
Martin became aware of something else. From somewhere
cool wetness was running down onto one bare thigh.
His nostrils, spread wide to drink huge breaths of air
into his hungry lungs, gave him the answer. She was
getting turned on! Her pussy was watering with renewed
desire, and the fragrant juices were spilling out of her
cunt mouth and leaking onto his leg.
So he wasn't the only one getting horny from spanking
his librarian aunt! But his victim wasn't the only one
hurting either. The palm of his right hand throbbed with
pain from hitting her ass.
The tempo of his blows slowed as he looked about the
room. Jacqui wagged her glowing butt, as though
demanding him to get back to the serious business of
spanking her. He saw that his jeans were lying within
easy reach, so he leaned over and snagged them by the
belt loops.
Unaware of what her nephew was up to, Jacqui lay limply
across his knees. She was breathing heavily, and not
only from the brisk exercise she'd been getting. "You
like it?" the young man asked her, pulling the thick
brown belt out of its loops. "You dig being spanked?"
Jacqui shook her head. A stinging swat landed on her
already sore butt. "Aiii!" she cried. "Yes! Yes, damn
you -- I like it! Why are you stopping?"
Martin wrapped his fingers around the belt buckle. He
wound the leather strap several turns around his hand
till about a foot dangled from his fist. "I'm not," he
said, drawing a bead on that ripe, beet-red ass. "Just
taking a breather."
With that he swung the belt and brought it down right
between the cheeks of his aunt's ass.
It was as though an electric shock had blasted though
her shiny nude body. She jerked so hard she bounced
clear off her nephew's lap. "Yeeeeee! OOOOOOWWWWWW!" she
wailed. When she landed it knocked the breath out of the
boy.
He drew back his arm and struck again. Once more the
leather cracked on Jacqui's butt. She squealed, and her
calves thrashed in the air.
Martin's aim wasn't to inflict any permanent damage. It
was just what he'd told Jacqui -- to try something new.
And something was telling him he'd struck pay dirt. His
aunt screamed and fought convincingly enough when the
blows landed, and sobbed in between, but the sobs
weren't sobs of pain -- they were sobs of passion!
He had a lap full of incredibly aroused, naked woman!
"How do you like this?" he asked. Jacqui shook her head.
He slapped her ass lightly with the belt, making her
jump more with surprise than pain. "Well?"
"Nuh -- nooo!" the woman wailed. "Stop it!"
Martin leered down at her. "You don't want me to do this
anymore?" Leather slapped loudly on bare flesh.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Jacqui screeched. "No -- yes! I don't
know, just don't hurt me anymore!"
"Then what do you want me to do?"
"Leave me alone!"
Crack! The naked body bucked. The camera clicked.
"What do you want?" Crack! "Tell the truth!" Crack!
"Stop -- oooowwww! I just want you to stop spanking me!
"Is that all?" Martin planted three stiff blows smack on
the narrow crevice of his aunt's tightly-clenched butt.
"Is that all you want?"
Crack! "Yes!" Click-crack! "Yeeaiii! Yes -- no! No, it's
not!"
Martin let the belt rest like a tail across the heaving
pink buttocks. "Then what do you want?"
Jacqui opened her mouth to answer and found she
couldn't!
The naked librarian wanted to scream out to her nephew,
"Fuck me -- fuck me hard!" But she was somehow
inhibited. In the heat of passion, when his incredibly
huge cock was pistoning in and out of her sopping cunt,
she had found it easy enough to vocalize her lust and
need and joy -- in terms the prim and proper Ms.
Jacqueline Hyde of Memorial Library would have found
shockingly graphic!
But this was different. Somehow she couldn't say the
words her slavering pussy demanded that she say. This
was her nephew, after all!
Martin seemed to sense his aunt's discomfort. He was
getting incredibly turned on by the cat and mouse game
he was playing with her. He was dominating his naked,
lovely, wanton aunt completely and he was loving every
minute of it!
"What is it you want?" he asked again. He lifted his
arm.
"I can't -- aiiiiieeeee!" She had relaxed her ass
unconsciously. The belt came down hard right on the
pucker of her asshole! The pain was exquisite.
Yes, it was exquisite! She was actually enjoying the
pain! "Can't tell you!"
Martin snapped the tip of the belt like a whip at his
aunt's left butt cheek. "What is it you want?"
"I want you to fuck me," Jacqui said in a small voice.
Bang! "AIIIYITCH!" Jacqui shrilled. "I WANT YOU TO FUCK
ME, DAMMIT!"
Martin threw the belt away. "You should have told me
before!" he said, spilling the naked woman off onto the
floor. She fell heavily on her side.
"Oof!" she said. Strong fingers grasped her thigh.
Martin was kneeling behind her ass, lifting her leg into
the air. One hand held his cock. He bent the throbbing
prick down to aim its wedge-shaped head right at his
aunt's oozing pussy.
Jacqui looked down. Her amber eyes opened wide as she
saw that magnificent prick approaching her cunt. "Oh
yes!" she cried in delight, and reached down to spread
her pussy lips to receive that gorgeous cock.
Only she couldn't. Her hands were still tied! She
flushed with embarrassment, and then the head of
Martin's cock touched her wide-open pussy,
Electric pleasure thrilled along her nerves. "Hurry up,"
she cried. All her inhibitions were forgotten in the
sudden surge of need that filled her body. "Fuck that
great big cock into my hungry pussy!"
But Martin wasn't through toying with his lusty aunt. He
inserted the tip of his prick between the juicy twat
lips and stood, reveling in the feel of the woman's
ravenous pussy kissing his prick.
"Hurry up!" Jacqui cried again. Her ass came off the
carpet in an attempt to impale her pussy on that
maddening shaft of prick. It did no good. Her arms were
stretched out above her head, and the rope that bound
them was taut between her wrists and the leg of the pool
table. "Fuck me, dammit -- fuck me hard!"
Martin grinned lewdly. His hips inched forward. The
cock-head moved ahead to be swallowed by the pink-lipped
pussy. "Like it?"
"You know it!" his aunt gritted. Every muscle in her
lithe, lean body was taut with lust.
The blond-haired youngster eased another inch of turgid
prick into the morass of his aunt's pussy. Then his own
self control broke. With a grunt he drove every inch of
his cock into Jacqui's needy snatch!
"Aaaaaaaaah!" Two voices gave one protracted moan of
sheer carnal joy. For a moment they poised, Martin's
cock buried full-length in Jacqui's cunt. The sensitive
walls of her pussy sheath soaked up every gentle tremor
of his pulse, through that cunt swallowed, gigantic
cock.
Pointing her toes like a dancer, Jacqui bent her leg and
ran it between her nephew's thighs, so that one tapering
white leg was pointing in the air, leaning against one
of her nephew's shoulders, and he was straddling the
other. The movement made Martin's fat prick twist her
pussy walls deliciously. "Mmmmmmmmmm," she sighed.
"Likewise, I'm sure," her nephew said. In the stillness
of the room, the action of the camera's automatic
shutter was shockingly loud.
As though stirred by the reminder that every erotic
action was being recorded on film, Martin rotated his
hips experimentally, stirring his cock around inside
Jacqui's greasy, sweet-smelling pussy.
Again they shared a moan of near-ecstasy, Martin bit his
lip. He was getting close to coming, and that wouldn't
do at all. He wanted to wring every ounce of pleasure
from fucking his lovely, tied-up aunt sideways before he
pumped his jism into her clinging snatch!
Holding a pale thigh with both hands, he pulled back his
enormous prick. It came out of Jacqui's cunt with a loud
sucking noise. Jacqui's cunt clung lovingly to the pole
of her nephew's cock. As he had the day before, he
wondered at the almost virgin tightness of his aunt's
pussy. The same exercise with which she kept her figure
girlishly slim must have kept her cunt in excellent
shape as well!
The naked woman was still awestruck at the size of her
nephew's cock. It seemed to fill her whole body! Lying
on her side with the carpet rubbing roughly against her
bare flank at every shuddering impact of that cock
thundering into her pussy, she reveled in the most
complete feeling of sexual completion she'd ever known.
Even the slick nylon cord biting her wrists, and the
warm glow from her well paddled butt, added to her
enjoyment of being fucked by her well-hung nephew.
Did that mean she was a masochist? Part of her wondered,
as Martin's cock came out of her slobbering pussy. Then
the youth slammed his big prick home again in a welter
of cunt honey, and all thought was driven from his
aunt's mind.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she cried. Martin's cock was in her snatch
so far that her pussy lips were wrapped partway around
his taut, goose-fleshed ball sac. "Gahhh -- God! I'm
about to -!"
A violent contraction of every muscle in her body choked
her words off abruptly. Her eyes were screwed tightly
shut. Her nipples seemed to vibrate like little tuning
forks, suddenly sensitive to every wafting air current
in the basement.
She was vividly alive, more alive than she'd ever been!
She heard the soft gurgle of Martin's cock marinating in
her cunt sauces, smelled their sweat mingling, the
rankness of her greedy twat. Above all, she felt that
cock, that glorious, gorgeous, enormous cock, filling
her pussy, her belly, her body and soul, pulsing with
masculine life, seeming to swell, stretching her pussy
walls beyond the point of no return.
Then the universe dissolved in a glare of lights that
made the floodlights seem dim. Her pussy slid half off
Martin's prick as her body suddenly doubled up, then
squelched back hard down the length of cock, swallowing
it, devouring it, demanding more as Jacqui came and came
again!
"Ngahhh! Arggghhh!" Martin cried. His prick was being
strangled to death! It was as if a giant boa constrictor
had somehow invaded his aunt's slimy pussy and wrapped
itself crushingly around his cock! His blond head was
thrown back and saliva ran from his lips as he fought to
survive the unbearable pressure on his deeply buried
prick.
Jacqui's cunt was opening and shutting like clockwork
now. It felt to her nephew as if that hot, oily pussy
was chewing on his pinioned prick! His jaw worked
silently as he struggled to catch his breath.
Then his prick shuddered and spat like a fire hose,
creaming Jacqui's whole pussy sheath with a mighty blast
of cum. Jacqui screamed in wordless exultation. Her firm
tits jiggled as she ground her pussy harder onto her
nephew's fountaining cock.
Strong fingers dug deeply into the naked librarian's
calf. Her nephew's sweat dripped onto her other thigh,
just as his sperm and her aromatic pussy oil was
dripping from her furiously working pussy. The youth
just knelt there by his aunt's rounded butt, with his
cock driven all the way up her snatch, and pumped load
after load of his boiling jism into her shuddering, lust
possessed body.
Jacqui felt her body fill up with Martin's jism. Her
mind exploded in a million colors of ecstasy. She and
her nephew groaned together till their strength was
gone, and then the youth collapsed full-length atop her
nude body. They lay there as the last fury of their
mutual orgasm slowly ebbed away.
-= Chapter 5 =-
"Martin," Jacqui said, her pretty forehead creased with
lines of concern, "we just can't go on."
The tall youth plopped down on a chair and looked at his
aunt, sitting with her legs primly crossed on the living
room sofa. Her auburn hair was drawn back into an orange
scarf bound around her head, making her face look
austere as well as lovely. "That's not what you were
saying yesterday."
He grinned at the way she flushed. Jacqui dropped her
eyes. "I know," she said softly. "But that was
yesterday. What I say in the heat of passion is one
thing. But in the cold light of day... Martin, I'm
afraid of you. The way you acted yesterday -- tying me
up, spanking me. I'm afraid you might want to go
farther."
She looked up. His green eyes met her amber ones
challengingly. "Is it me you're scared of?" he asked
quietly. "Or yourself?"
A muscle worked in Jacqui's satin cheek. "I don't know
what you're talking about," she said hollowly.
"You got off on being tied up and spanked yesterday.
Don't try to deny it -- I know. You resisted at first,
but once you got into it, you couldn't get enough!"
"That's not true!"
Martin laughed at her. She turned her face away. Her
cheeks were burning. "Still," she said, "I want to break
it off right here and now. I don't want to have an
affair with you, Martin. I'm afraid of you, regardless
of how I may have acted yesterday. And you -- you're my
nephew! It's incest."
"Was it any less incest yesterday? Or the night before?
I sure didn't ask you to come waltzing in while I was
taking a bath, stark naked and one hundred percent hot
to trot!"
"Stop it! Stop it!" Jacqui buried her face in her hands.
For a long moment she sat like that. Then she drew a
shuddering breath. "You probably wouldn't understand,"
she told her nephew, "but, when I was married to your
uncle, I got used to having sex all the time -- as much
as I wanted. After the divorce, all that was over. I
hadn't had a man in months. I couldn't take it anymore.
I was like a starving person with a platter of roast
beef sitting right in front of my nose, that I knew I
wasn't supposed to touch. After a long enough time, the
temptation got to be too much!"
Martin's lips quirked around a crooked smile. "So, once
you got your belly or your pussy full -- "
"Don't say that!" There was a pause, and then something
landed on the coffee table in front of the librarian.
She looked up to see her nephew standing over her, his
mouth set in a grim line.
A yellow packet lay on the table. "Pick it up," Martin
told her. With trembling fingers she obeyed. "Open it."
Her slender fingers pulled out a stack of slick paper
squares. She stared at them for a minute without
comprehending. Then she realized what they were. With a
little gasp she dropped them onto the table.
Martin bent to scoop them smoothly up. "Don't you want
to look at them, Aunt Jacqui?" he asked. "I got home
early from school so I could develop them before you got
through at the library."
With his thumb he shuffled through the stack of
photographs. "Pretty good, I think, for a camera working
off an automatic trip device. Good resolution, sharp
focus and how they show the action!" He dealt them onto
the table as though they were playing cards. "Look at
this one. Touching, isn't it, you cradling my head
against those luscious tits of yours like a newborn
babe." He shook his head and clicked his tongue. "And
here, you bent over to take it in from behind. Look
close -- you can see about an inch and a half of my
prick, poling into that juicy ecstasy as you feel my big
old pecker fucking into your ass. See what I mean about
the quality of these pictures? You can see how hard your
nipples are!"
Jacqui shook her head from side to side. "What are you
doing this for?" she asked, her voice edged with the
beginning hysteria. "Why are you showing me these
pictures?"
The tip of Martin's tongue protruded from between his
lips, as though he were deep in concentration. "And
this," he said unconcernedly, laying down another photo.
"You rolling around under my belt, with my cock poking
into your belly. And here -- dig this one, with my cum
dribbling out your asshole! And here I am, lapping it up
while you wag your ass and moan -- mmmmm! It was all I
could do this afternoon not to stop and whack off every
couple of minutes, these pictures are so hot!"
He dropped the packet of photos on the table and looked
up at his aunt. "Why am I doing this?" he asked, as if
only just hearing her question. "Because I had an idea
you might not want to continue fucking me. And I just
wanted you to see, auntie dear, that you don't have any
choice!"
Jacqui sat back stunned. "What do you mean?" she asked
in a hoarse croak.
Her nephew eyed her languidly. She couldn't help
noticing the telltale bulge in his crotch -- he was
getting horny, both from looking at his collection of
snapshots and his aunt's discomfort. "Do you need to
ask? What do you think would happen if people got a look
at some of these shots?" He held one up, between thumb
and forefinger. "Like this little beauty, with you
waving your leg in the air and fucking yourself like
there's no tomorrow. What would people say, I wonder?"
Jacqui glared at him, anger mingling with the panic that
gripped her. She opened her mouth to tell him to go to
hell with his blackmail. Then she stopped.
What would people say? How long would she keep her job
at the library, if her superiors got an envelope in the
morning mail of her wantonly fucking her seventeen-year
old nephew? With that bastard Vic Edwards, her ex,
already several months behind on the alimony payments,
what would she do for money if she lost that job?
But that wasn't the worst. What would her sister say, if
she saw that Jacqui had seduced her son? The very idea
made her belly turn cold.
"Damn you," was all she could say. "Damn you!"
Martin grinned and patted her shoulder. "It's not as bad
as you think," he said. "Come on down to the basement
and I'll show you."
"What?" she asked bitterly. "Another surprise like the
one yesterday?" But she had no choice but to follow her
nephew down the stairs. Her thoughts were confused and
her pulse was thumping in her ears. What was in store
for her? Where would it end?
"All right," she said as the came out of the stairwell.
Her spirit was coming back. She planted her feet and
stood with her hands defiantly on her hips. Her breasts
rose and fell unsteadily beneath the pale-green blouse
of her pants suit. "What is it you have to show me?"
Martin turned in the doorway to his darkroom and waved
past her. "Hello, Ms. Hyde," a voice came from behind.
"I really liked your pictures!"
Jacqui spun with her heart in her mouth. A tall gangly
youth in security guard's uniform stood in the rec area
twisting his uniform cap in his hands. Jacqui took a
step backwards. She bumped hard against her nephew's
broad chest.
"I think you know my friend, Charles Farley," Martin
said, taking hold of her upper arms. "I thought you
might like a little variety in your love life -- what
with you being sex-starved and all."
"Wait!" Jacqui tried to twist free, but his hands were
like steel clamps. "You can't be serious!"
"Oh, but I am!" He gave her a hearty push. There was a
loud tearing noise as she staggered and fell against the
other young man's skinny chest. Her light green blouse
was torn open, baring a shoulder and a tit in its white
bra cup. Farley laughed and yanked the garment the rest
of the way from her cringing body.
"That's the way, Chuck," Martin said. "Hold her arms
while I get her out of those pants!"
Jacqui fought with desperate strength, but Chuck had her
arms pinned securely behind her back. Martin closed in,
turning his body aside to block the knee his aunt aimed
at his groin, and reached out to grab the waist of her
pants behind her back. He pulled pants and panties over
her churning buttocks, lifting her legs as he stripped
her. "No! Help -- somebody help me!" Jacqui screamed in
full-throated terror. "They're going to rape me!"
White legs thrashed at the air. The furry brown triangle
of her cunt winked between her flashing thighs. "Wow!"
Chuck whistled appreciatively. "She looks better in real
life, don't she?"
Whistling, Martin nodded. He had his belt off. He'd run
the leather strap through the buckle till he had a small
noose. "Turn her around," he said. Chuck did. Martin
eyed her bare back, the inward curves of her waist, the
full, firm butt-cheeks, now taut with fear.
Naked but for her brassiere, Jacqui felt Martin slip the
noose over her wrists and pull it tight, then wrap his
belt around and around her arms, binding them tightly
behind her back. "Yi!" she yelped as he goosed her. Then
she tore from Chuck's grip and spun to face her nephew.
"You'll pay for this!" she gritted. "No matter what it
takes, I'll get you back for this -- you, and this
grinning idiot friend of yours!"
Martin winked over her shoulder at his friend. Then they
hoisted her naked, squirming body up and carried her
into the rec room. There was a low bench Martin used for
his weight lifting, and they laid her across that on her
back. Her tits jutted at the ceiling. The bra had
slipped so it barely concealed her nipples from her
captor's lusting gazes.
Chuck was already unzipping his pants. His holstered
pistol thumped onto the floor as he pulled his trousers
down his legs and stepped out of them, kicking off his
heavy black shoes. Jacqui looked down between her jugs
to see Martin pulling his shirt off over his head. He
had his pants off too, and his hard cock stuck out.
"You're getting a pig in a poke," he leered at his
friend as he ran his fingers lightly over her belly, to
pet the forested bulge of her pussy. "I've fucked the
lady's ass and cunt and eaten her hot little box, but I
don't know how well she sucks cock." He took his prick
in one hand and ran its head down the bone-dry lips of
his aunt's cunt. "Probably pretty good!"
Jacqui lay her head back to look at her other tormentor.
Chuck's prick stuck out over her upturned face. She
stared at it despite herself. It was nowhere near the
fat log Martin's prick was, but it was a good inch
longer. It was the longest, skinniest prick she'd ever
seen!
She felt her nephew thumbing open her pussy slit.
"Ooooooooooh!" she moaned, as he planted the head of his
cock between her twat lips and began to shove his prick
up her ungreased cunt.
Chuck pulled the scarf off her head, letting her auburn
hair hang free. He wrapped one hand in it. With the
other he took hold of his prick and expertly bent it
toward the captive's open mouth.
Fascinated, Jacqui watched the stiff prick approach her
face. It bent in the middle like no cock she'd ever
seen. Then the smirking youth, his uniform shirttails
hanging down to his crotch, popped the head of his prick
right between her lips.
Jacqui moaned. The upper side of Chuck's cockhead was
pressing against her teeth. He gasped happily at the way
her hot breath washed over his cock.
"Ahhh-mmmmmmmm!" Jacqui exclaimed. What began as a moan
at the tearing pain of Martin forcing his giant prick
relentlessly into her unprepared pussy was muffled by
Chuck running his cockhead all the way into her mouth.
It filled her head. Her tongue recoiled from the
familiar, but unknown taste of meaty male cock.
The skinny, sandy-haired kid pulled her head back
farther. Jacqui's neck creaked under the strain,
"Nnnnnice!" whistled Chuck, and began fucking his prick
into her mouth.
Her bound body tensed as the flaring cockhead passed the
rear of her mouth. He was going to stick his prick down
her throat! In panic she rolled from side to side,
crushing her hands beneath her.
With half his tremendous prick laboriously driven into
the ungreased, uncooperative snatch, Martin was
practically floored by the sensation in his cock
invading her face. Chuck's long cock started down her
throat. Her back arched. The motion drove her pussy down
all the way to Martin's balls!
The youth gasped and grabbed her bare thighs. He wiggled
his hips from side to side. His rampant cock pulsated
with pleasure. "Mmmmmmm! Oommmrrrgggghhh!" Jacqui
groaned. Her stomach turned at the thought of the nasty
cock approaching it. She had learned how to deep-throat
a man's prick when she was married to Vic Edwards, and
learned to like it -- but not under circumstances like
this! She gagged.
"Jeeeeee-zus!" Chuck yelled. The top of his cockhead
seemed to come off. It felt as if something was milking
his three-quarters swallowed cock!
He glanced down at his crotch. Like some kind of pale
girder, his prick arched from his groin and disappeared
between Jacqui's blood-drained, compressed lips. Again
the sensation hit him like a sledgehammer in the balls.
Then he saw the cause of it all.
The muscles in his victim's throat were working up and
down in a swallowing motion. She was gagging on his long
staff of prick, and the involuntary reflex was jacking
his cock off! He let go of her hair and began to stroke
her cheeks, crooning mindlessly to himself. Sweat ran
into the collar of his shirt. He was feverish with lust.
Across the bench, Martin fucked out of his aunt's cunt.
With no film of oily cunt sauce between the delicate
membrane of her pussy walls and the skin of his prick,
his outsized cock felt like a piece of splintered wood.
It seemed to tear Jacqui's pussy. Still gagging on
Chuck's prick, she shrieked with pain.
"Waaaaaah!" Chuck cried. He grabbed her head with both
hands. His hips drove forward hard. His cock plunged the
rest of the way into her mouth, so hard that his nuts
bounced off the bridge of her nose.
He stood that way, soaking up the feeling of her throat
trying to reject his cock, plus the agonizing writhing
of her nude body as Martin pulled his cock from her
twat. Her breath tickled his tangly bush. The breath
came out of him in a quivering sign and then he pulled
his cock out.
Conflicting feelings were in Jacqui's body. Pain from
her nephew's cock ripping out of her snatch, and sweet
relief at having Chuck's repulsive prick leaving her
throat. Her jaw muscles were creaking and she was on the
verge of throwing up. The respite couldn't have come too
soon!
But Jacqui's relief was short lived. Chuck stopped
withdrawing his prick when its conical head was still
filling her mouth. Then as if at a signal he and his
friend began to fuck the captive librarian at both ends
simultaneously!
With her hands in the small of her back, Jacqui's hips
were cocked at just the right angle for Martin to fuck
her unwilling pussy. The sensation was unbelievable.
Being tied up and raped, in both her cunt and her mouth,
by her nephew and a virtual stranger -- it was almost as
bad as the physical pain in her pussy and her aching
neck!
It was the cool of an autumn afternoon in the basement,
and Martin was buck-naked, but in spite of this his
whole body was sheathed in sweat. Part of it was from
exertion but most of it was caused by raging,
uncontrollable lust! God, what a trip! His aunt's pussy
felt far snugger dry than wet, and every sensation of
fucking was magnified a hundred times.
But more than that, Martin felt a wild sense of power.
He was dominating his aunt completely. He was using her
for his own pleasure, forcibly fucking her, while a
friend made her suck on and swallow every inch of his
elongated prick! And even if the nude woman's wrists
hadn't been tied, there was nothing she could do about
it. He owned her completely.
Then something trickled over his thrusting prick. The
realization of what it was made him lose his stride and
his prick popped clean out of Jacqui's slack-lipped
cunt. It was unmistakably the juices of a sexually
aroused cunt!
His aunt was getting turned on!
The knowledge that her pussy was responding to Martin's
cock hit Jacqui almost as hard as it had her nephew. Her
body was betraying her! She wanted to cry out in anguish
and despair -- only Chuck Farley's cock was plugging her
mouth!
But there was no denying it. By subtle degrees the pain
of Martin's cock pumping in and out of her dry pussy had
turned to pleasure. Jacqui could never have believed it
was possible. Despite the pain and humiliation, her
pussy was watering around the hefty bar of her nephew's
cock!
She moaned. Vibrations rippled up Chuck's cock as he
fucked it into her face. The gag reflex had quit in her
throat, and he felt a twang of disappointment. Her
involuntary efforts to eject his prick from her face was
as delightful as most girl's voluntary cock sucking!
But the security guard was in for a surprise. As his
prick left Jacqui Hyde's face, she suddenly coiled her
tongue around it like a wet snake! He gasped and fucked
his prick full length into her mouth.
Like her pussy, Jacqui's mouth was watering hungrily.
Once she got turned on, she got turned on all the way
and she was! Even as her hips began to roll her pussy
eagerly around her nephew's pistoning prick, she began
giving Chuck the best head she knew how!
From three individuals, Martin, Jacqui and Chuck became
one single organism. An animal, an animal with one aim -
- to experience the ultimate of sexual pleasure!
Straining and grunting, Chuck and Martin fucked the
bound librarian's mouth and pussy so fast their hips
were blurred. Their breath came like bellows. And if
before their luscious captive's pussy and mouth had
tried to resist the intrusion of their cocks, now they
were consuming the pricks greedily and begging for more!
An oily vacuum hose seemed to have fastened itself on
Martin's cock. With every forward lunge he felt his cock
being drawn deeper into the seething cauldron of his
aunt's cunt! Her pussy hair was lathered with foam of
cunt sauce. He put his thumbs in the folds between her
groin and her flawless slim thighs, dug his fingers into
her flesh, and fucked her with all his might.
And, no matter how much they wished it could -- even the
formerly unwilling woman -- this wild three-way fuck
couldn't go on forever! Something had to give.
Something did. Chuck Farley had never had a horny, hot-
bodied woman like Martin's girlfriend, Anne work his
cock over with educated mouth, lips, tongue and teeth.
He'd never felt anything remotely resembling what it was
like to have his friend's beautiful aunt sucking
greedily on his hard, almost painfully bent prick. The
closest thing he could have compared it to was having
his cock stuck down a disposal, if he could have
imagined such a thing. He couldn't -- but he couldn't
have imagined anything like this either!
He came. One minute he was thrusting away merrily with
his prick while Jacqui's tongue slithered around it. The
next his belly was sucked flat and his prick was
spurting wad after wad of jism down that gracefully
arching throat. He didn't even have time to cry out.
Jacqui felt the security guard's jism sizzling down her
throat with a thrill of passion. The backwash filled her
mouth with the stuff. It coated her tongue, her throat,
and the inside of her mouth. It was salty but sweet,
with a tang reminiscent of the smell of laundry bleach,
and she loved it! It was altogether too long since she'd
drunk male sperm. "Mmmmmmm!" she moaned around Chuck's
spewing cock.
He lowered his head and saw the white cum bubbling out
around the shaft of his prick. He shook his head. His
cock kept coming madly.
A thousand muscles rippled under Jacqui's satin skin as
she drank down Chuck's jism. Her pussy was a flood of
hot, urgent sensation surging around her nephew's prick.
As her belly seemed to fill with his friend's jism, she
pulled it in and tensed the muscles of her twat around
Martin's cock, as if to say, "Cum in me please -- cum
now!"
"Sacred shit!" Martin exclaimed, and did just what the
brimming pussy was asking. With one surge of cum he
filled it to the lips, and the next pulse of his prick
made the white cum slop out and run down over his balls
like lava.
His cum felt like lave shooting into his aunt's cunt,
too. "Whhhnnnnnnhhhh!" she cried bubblingly! The sudden
expulsion of air forced one final spurt of jism from
Chuck's almost -- spent prick, which instantly began
going limp. Jacqui scarcely noticed. With her face and
pussy stuffed full of the most incredible, enormous
cocks she'd ever seen, and with boiling, tasty cum
slobbering out the lips of her mouth and her pussy, she
came. Oh, how she came!
Her butt came clear off the bench as she ground her
snatch into her nephew's crotch, feeling his cock
vibrating deep within her. She undulated like a swimming
fish, her tits throbbing inside her bra as if yearning
to be free, while she fucked and sucked and tasted the
most cum she'd ever had pumped into her mouth and needy
cunt.
Three souls melted into one in a pulsating glow of
orgasm. At last Chuck pulled his cock from Jacqui's
still sucking mouth. She choked and sputtered as cum ran
into her nose. Droplets of jism flew as she shook her
head to clear her nose. With white cum dewing her hair,
she ran her tongue around her lips, scooping up the
final remnants of the gooey, delicious sperm.
Martin popped his cock out. Cum and cunt juice poured
freely from the gaping snatch, onto the carpet. Totally
loose and relaxed in every muscle, Martin stalked around
to the other side of the bench. Jacqui's eyes were
closed blissfully.
They opened as he lay his sopping prick on her lips.
Without thinking she opened her mouth. She began licking
it like a meaty popsicle. Still filled with the radiance
of afterglow, she didn't mind that the taste of his cum
was spiced with the savory gravy of her pussy. She
enjoyed the taste of her own cunt as well as her
nephew's jism!
Martin half-closed his eyes. God, it felt nice having
his aunt eat his cock.
"So that's what's going on around here!" an angry female
voice exclaimed from behind him.
-= Chapter 6 =-
Martin froze in place. Lying with her head back and the
jism and cunt oil, thinned by her saliva, trickling into
her mouth, Jacqui wondered what was going on. The sweet
fog of afterglow had abruptly vanished. She was left
acutely conscious of her nakedness.
"Hi Anne," Chuck said feebly. He gulped.
Anne! Jacqui's heart bounced around her ribcage like a
small animal trying to get out. It was bad enough that
one of Martin's friends was in on her degradation, but
to have his girlfriend see his aunt like this, naked,
tied, and violated, with cum running out her twat and
her nephew's gooey prick in her mouth, was unbearable.
And the girl sounded mad!
"I was wondering why you pulled that disappearing act
after school yesterday and today," the girl said
dangerously, taking a step forward. "Let me give some
advice, lover-boy, when you cheat on me, don't leave
your front door unlocked."
Martin took a step back. His prick grazed Jacqui's cheek
as it slid from her lips. Upside down in her vision, the
black-haired cheerleader stood a few feet away, hands on
her hips, her pretty face pale and twisted with rage.
She was dressed the way she had been two days ago when
Jacqui had cum upon the girl sucking her nephew's
outsized cock, in a white letter sweater with a huge
scarlet "W" stretched to bursting across her swelling
jugs, and a brief red skirt barely covering her trim
butt.
"Take it easy, baby," Martin muttered, holding his hands
up in front of him. Anne got her first look at the
inverted face of the naked woman, and her blue eyes went
round. "That's your aunt!" she exclaimed. "Why, you
incestuous son-of-a-bitch!"
The youth took a step toward the furious brunette. She
suddenly swooped down at the carpet, and when she came
up, she was holding Chuck's revolver in both small,
white hands. "Get away from me!" she hissed, aiming the
gun at Martin's bare midriff. He stopped dead. His face
was drained of all color.
"Hey, you've got her tied up!" Anne exclaimed. "So, the
man-stealing slut is into bondage! Well, baby, you'll
have your chance to be tied up for real, now." Her brow
furrowed as she studied the now-limp prick dangling down
between her boyfriend's legs.
"I see," she said, "you were just tidying up your
precious nephew's cock. Well, don't let me stop you, Ms.
Hyde. Get back to work." With the gun she gestured for
Martin to go back to the side of the bench where his
aunt lay tied.
"But, baby, you don't understa-" Martin began. Anne
cocked the pistol.
With a shrug, Martin walked back over and stood by his
aunt's head. He took his cock between his fingers and
placed it on her mouth. "I'm sorry, Aunt Jacqui," he
said, and there was nervousness in his voice. "I don't
have a choice."
Pursing her lips, Jacqui turned her head away. She was
no longer perversely excited by the game. The sense of
outrage and humiliation she'd felt when Martin and Chuck
first stripped had poured back into her body full force.
And there was something else added, fear.
Anne Roxbury was a jealous and passionate girl. And,
with her waving that fat black .38 around, it was clear
she was none too stable mentally. What had started as a
boyish prank -- a cruel one, but still a prank -- had
turned into something deadly serious.
And Jacqui had a terrible feeling it might be just that
-- deadly.
"Wait -- Annie." Chuck stepped forward. His lanky prick
swung like a tail between his thighs. Anne swung the gun
to point at him. He raised his hands higher. "I'm not
part of this, really I'm not. Martin just invited me
over to share in the fun, that's all. It's not my
fault."
Anne's eyes narrowed to slits glowing with a blast
furnace blue glare. Her knuckle whitened as her finger
tensed on the trigger. Chuck's Adam's apple bobbed
slowly up and down.
The girl relaxed. "You mean you're on my side?"
Chuck nodded eagerly. "Anything you say -- anything!"
"Prove it then." She jerked her head at the bound, nude
librarian, with her face averted so that her nephew's
limp prick lay across her cheek. "The skinny bitch
doesn't want to cooperate. Get that jump-rope over there
and liven her up a bit."
A blue and white rope a yard long lay on the carpet
beside the rowing machine. Chuck looked at it without
comprehension. "Well?" Anne snapped. "Get with it. Whip
that perverted slut till she obeys and sucks cock like
she's been told!"
Fearfully, Chuck obeyed. He walked over and picked up
the rope, absently twisting one end around a skinny
hand. Then, shirt tails slapping against his bare ass,
he walked till he stood across the bench from Martin.
Jacqui had her head raised to stare at him in horror.
Martin's cock had fallen off her face again. Chuck
looked down at her with frightened yellow eyes. "You
can't do this!" Jacqui forced out. "You won't-"
Chuck raised his arm and swung. The knotted end of the
rope whistled down and landed on Jacqui's straining
white belly.
"Yiiiiiaaaaaiiiiieeeeee!" shrieked Jacqui. Her back
arched and her body flew into the air. She fell back to
the unyielding surface of the bench so hard the breath
was knocked out of her and she lay gasping.
Martin stepped back. Chuck stood gazing down at his
victim. An angry red line crawled across her stomach. He
licked his lips and raised his hand again.
This time his blow was more cunningly aimed. Jacqui's
scream rattled the windows as searing pain cut into her
left jug. Even through her thin bra, the nylon rope cut
like a knife.
She lay biting her lip. Her jug throbbed with pain so
intense it made it hard to catch her breath. "Well?"
Anne asked sweetly. "Do you suck cock? Or do you
suffer?"
Jacqui hung her head back and looked at her. The pretty
adolescent face was twisted with sick exultation. So
fascinated was the captive librarian with the look of
utter evil on Anne's face that she didn't hear Chuck's
next blow on its way.
Agony exploded in Jacqui's right tit. Her ass bucked off
the bench once more, and her cry was sweet music to
Anne's ears. Jacqui's ass thudded into the bench. She
lifted her head to stare at her tormentor through a
stinging curtain of tears.
There was an odd new glow in Chuck's pale eyes. Gone
completely was the craven terror Jacqui had seen there
before.
In its place was unholy, sadistic delight!
A scream ripped from Jacqui's throat as Chuck leaned
down at her. He reached out and tore the brassiere from
her pain-filled boobs. He looked at it with a strange
little laugh, then threw it away.
"Now, how about it?" Anne asked, stepping forward.
Martin stood like a statue by his aunt's head. The girl
picked up his prick with her fingertips and put it back
on Jacqui's face. "You going to finish licking nephew's
prick clean? I hope you say no. I don't want to
disappoint old Chuck here. Seems like he's got a mean
streak in him."
Jacqui's eyes flicked to the security guard, who was
grinning lopsidedly at her and fondling his makeshift
whip. She shuddered. Then she opened her mouth. Martin
sighed as the warm wetness of her mouth enfolded his
prick once more.
It wasn't as pleasant as it had been before. The mixture
of his cum and the grease from her cunt had started to
dry into a sticky, lumpy mess. Now that she was no
longer turned on -- far from it! -- the taste of her own
pussy that lingered on the limber staff of prick
nauseated her. But she thought of the pain in her abused
tits, and the look on Chuck's face, and she fell to
licking Martin's prick.
In short order Martin's prick was clean and shiny with
her spit. She pushed it out of her mouth with the tip of
her tongue and looked expectantly at the cheerleader.
Anne nodded. The jump-rope cracked right on the gaping
gash of Jacqui's cunt.
The captive almost bit through her nephew's half-
hardened prick. Her thighs smacked together around an
agony so great she couldn't even cry out. Her pussy
blazed with pain. "You filthy bitch," Martin said.
Anne ignored him. "I didn't say you could stop sucking
prick, slut. Now, get back to work till Martin's dork is
as hard and stiff as that bench you're lying on, or I'll
let Chuckie cut you to shreds!"
Noisily, Jacqui began sucking Martin's cock. It didn't
take very long for his prick to become a rigid pole of
lust. With the threat of further whipping hanging over
her, Jacqui sucked cock even more avidly and expertly
than she had a few minutes ago!
"Aw, this shit's nothin' new for her." Chuck told Anne.
"Look in the pocket of Martin's pants. Should be some
pictures there."
The cheerleader cocked her head at her new accomplice,
then did as he suggested. She cried out in surprise as
she saw what the pictures were. "Martin took 'em
yesterday himself. Set up an automatic camera and had at
it. Pretty hot stuff, huh?"
The slurping sounds of Jacqui devouring her nephew's
prick filled the room. Martin had his eyes closed and
his lips were moving. Anne pursed her lips
appreciatively, nodding.
"This gives me an idea," she said. She looked at her
boyfriend's prick. It arched from his crotch into
Jacqui's mouth. Her lips were an O around the girth of
the cock. "Okay, lover boy, that's enough mouth action."
She put a hand on Martin's chest and pushed him so that
he stumbled back. Jacqui looked terrified as his cock
leapt out of her mouth. Anne lifted the gun and pointed
at Martin's chest. "Just stand still," she commanded.
"Chuck, pick the bitch up and untie her hands."
"Untie her?" Chuck sounded baffled.
"Do what I say!" Anne snarled. Shaken, Chuck bent down
and pulled Jacqui to her feet. Her naked body sagged
against his. His cock, hard as Martin's, prodded into
her side above the hipbone. He dropped the rope and
undid the belt that held her wrists. Anne nodded
approvingly.
"All right," she said. "Now you, Marty boy. Go plunk
your buns on the seat of that rowing contraption. Step
it up!" Puzzled, the youth obeyed. His cock waved
proudly from side to side as he walked to the device.
The prick stuck out like a flagpole when he sat down.
"Now," Anne went on, "Take our pet librarian and stick
her on that big fat dick of his." She licked her lips in
anticipation.
A light of understanding dawned on Chuck. He nodded and
propelled Jacqui towards the machine and her nephew with
a rough shove. "Hey, you can't-" Martin growled,
starting off the seat.
Anne pointed the gun at him. He froze. Jacqui fell
heavily across one of the rails that ran parallel to
either side of the chair. Anne laughed, and stopped to
fumble at the belt of Chuck's discarded uniform pants.
She came up with a pair of silvery handcuffs dangling
from her hand. Chuck was just helping Jacqui regain her
feet. Her legs were rubbery. When she was upright he
grasped her around the middle and hoisted her in the
air.
Pale legs thrashed. Chuck sat the writhing woman right
down on his friend's lap. Martin cursed as his cock was
bent double under his aunt's weight.
"Oh, sorry." The head of Martin's prick burned against
the outer lip of Jacqui's cunt. She felt herself being
lifted, and then the prick head was pressing right
between her pussy lips.
Martin groaned as his aunt's cunt kissed the head of his
prick. Chuck let her weight down. She slid onto her
nephew's spit-slick cock like a fireman going down a
greased pole.
Once again, a giant cock filled Jacqui Hyde's cunt. In
spite of herself she groaned aloud with pleasure. God,
her nephew had a wonderful prick. It stretched her pussy
walls so deliciously, and the friction of his cock on
her clit was an irresistible delight. She fell forward
against him, her bare boobs flattening on his chest. Her
nipples were very hard.
Her arms slid around his waist. Suddenly she felt
something cold encircle on with a click. She tried to
draw back, but Chuck snapped the cuffs around her other
wrist before she could get away.
She was trapped, with her arms cuffed behind her
nephew's broad back. He stirred slightly, and the
enormous cock shifted in her cunt. Steaming pussy sauces
flooded her twat. They soaked the huge prick filling her
pussy, oozing out her blood-gorged cunt lips and flowing
over Martin's balls. There were worse fates, after all,
she thought.
"That's right," Anne approved. "Now, Martin, take hold
of those oars."
He looked over Jacqui's bare shoulder at her. When he
didn't instantly do as she said she lashed his aunt's
bare ass with the jump-rope, which she'd retrieved from
the floor. Jacqui jumped and cried out with pain.
"Look, I shred the skin off your auntie's pretty ass if
you give me any shit. Now take hold of those oars and
row!"
Martin did so. The rubber grips were cold. He looked at
his girlfriend. "You're really one sick bitch, you
know?" he said.
"Sick?" Anne laughed. "What makes you say that? I just
saw those pictures, remember -- you were tying the bitch
up and whipping her yourself!"
"But that was different!"
"Was it?" Anne cocked her hips coquettishly. "Maybe it
was. You were just playing around -- this is for real!"
She swung the rope so that its end cracked the nude
woman's asshole.
"Ghaaaaaaaa!" Jacqui squealed. The stab of pain made her
pussy clench on Martin's cock. He moaned in involuntary
lust.
Now row!" Anne raised the rope as if to strike again.
Martin took a deep breath and hauled back on the oars
for all he was worth.
And practically fell out of the chair! The backwards --
straining motion, with his bare feet braces against the
carpeted floor, had had the effect of ramming his
already buried prick deeper into his aunt's hot cunt!
"Wow," breathed Jacqui, "that makes me feel a whole lot
better!"
Martin set his jaw and pushed against the oars. He
leaned forward, feeling Jacqui's delectable tits
compress against his chest. He heard her gasp. His cock
was surrounded by supple wetness. It seemed to throb
with desire.
Once more he pulled back. His cock went farther than
ever up Jacqui's snatch. "Oh!" she cried as she felt his
prick fill her, impossibly, even fuller than she had
been. "Ooooooooh!"
The wet plunging sounds of his cock levering in and out
of Jacqui's sopping cunt mingled with the creak of the
rowing machine. Martin made long, deliberate strokes at
first, that had them both moaning and gasping for breath
as the big prick stirred lazily in the fragrant pussy.
"God, God, God," Jacqui chanted mindlessly.
Aware of her situation, her predicament, the pain and
humiliation she'd just undergone slipped away. Perhaps
it was her own passionate nature, or perhaps it was
merely that she was still feeling the effects of months
of sexual starvation. It didn't matter to Jacqui, all
she wanted to do now was fuck!
Martin was eager enough to oblige. He'd never felt
anything like this before! The powerful motion of his
working the oar machine was vigorously but slowly
screwing his luscious aunt. The leverage he exerted
crammed his cock ever deeper with every luxurious
stroke.
Gradually, the tempo of his fucking picked up. He worked
the oars faster and faster, piling his prick in and out
of his aunt's pussy harder and faster. "Give it to me,"
Jacqui moaned ecstatically. "Fill me with that giant rod
of yours. God, I've never felt a cock so big. I've never
been fucked so good!"
Martin grunted and pulled harder still. His cock
pistoned in and out in a short, powerful strokes and a
loud sucking sound. Jacqui's buttocks splayed apart and
came back together as her nephew's big cock fucked
between.
Chuck, his cock standing up straight from his crotch,
hovered by Anne's elbow. "Hey, they're really getting
into it," he commented agitatedly. He reached for the
rope. "Let me put some nice tiger stripes on the bitch's
ass!"
Anne held the jump-rope out of reach. "What a change!"
she laughed. "You're showing a different stripe
yourself, tiger. What's gotten into you?"
Chuck shook his sandy hair out of his eyes. "I dunno,"
he said. "I just never had people where I could... do
anything. I wanted to 'em before. Here, let me whip that
fine ass a little bit!"
Giggling girlishly, Anne draped the rope around her
neck. "Later, there'll be time for that," she said, her
eyes travelling to his impressively long cock. She
brought her shoulders back so that her heavy boobs
jutted at Chuck's lusting eyes. He saw that she wasn't
wearing any bra. The nipples were swollen like ripe
cherries. "Can't you think of anything you'd rather do?"
She turned and twitched away toward the pool table.
Panting like a dog, Chuck followed her. She walked to
the far side. Unconcernedly, she stripped off her
panties. Then she bent over, leaning on her elbows and
resting her chin on her palms, avidly watching Martin
row and fuck his cock in and out of his captive aunt.
Chuck trotted up behind her. His hand trembled as he
lifted her skirt up over her hips. Her ass was
gloriously nude beneath. Her buns were ripe but firm,
and a pearly white color that set his mouth to watering.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Anne said, with the tip of her tongue
pressed to the roof of her mouth. Chuck's prick was long
and cool slipping into her slavering twat from behind.
The cold steel of the handcuffs rode up and down
Martin's back. The feel of the cuffs, the weight of his
aunt's lithe body in his lap, her tits squashed against
his chest, her cunt hungrily sucking in his cock, the
smell and sound of her wet, greedy pussy as his rowing
pumped his prick in and out of it -- all blended into
one erotic totality that threatened to overwhelm him.
"Can't... hold out," he gritted, into the fragrant hair
lying against her slender neck. "Gotta cum... soon!"
He hauled back more fiercely than before. His cock head
prodded into his aunt's womb. "Yes," she gasped. "Yes!
Cum in me! Fill my pussy with your delicious jism! Oh,
hurry!"
"Getting pretty racy, isn't she?" Anne asked. She was on
tiptoe, enjoying the feel of Chuck sliding his ten-inch
cock into her pussy. "It's amazing how depraved some
people are, turning out so rotten -- getting knocked up.
Ahh! Aim your prick a little to the right -- there! Hot
fuck, that feels fine!"
Jacqui threw her head back. Martin's cock was so far up
her cunt her pussy lips were draped around his fisted
balls. "Cum now, baby!" she cried. "Nooooow!"
Her pussy squeezed Martin's prick. "Jesus," he sobbed,
and blew his wad.
His butt came clear off the seat. His cock injected
another fiery load of cum in Jacqui's brimming cunt. She
squealed and clenched her cunt so hard, cum and cunt
juice squirted out over his lap.
Then she was coming, hard and fast, with stars spinning
before her eyes.
-= Chapter 7 =-
The sound of the oar machine creaking as Martin worked
it frantically in the fury of his orgasm blended with
the soft, rhythmic sighs coming from Anne's full lips as
Chuck fucked his outsized cock into her squirming,
scent-filled pussy. The pumping prick made a liquid
sound as it filled and emptied the cheerleader's black-
bearded twat.
"Cum -- your cum is filling me!" Jacqui cried happily.
"God, how I love it!"
Martin's muscular legs were still working like a rocker.
They lifted the combined weight of him and his horny
aunt into the air every time he forced his prick into
her seething, orgasming cunt. The rippling waves of
contraction played agonizingly up and down the length of
his cock, pulling spurt after spurt of jism from the
conical head of his prick.
The entire rowing machine was jerking and bucking with
the force of their shared climax. Martin's knuckles were
bone-white, gripping the oar-handles. The nails of
Jacqui's imprisoned hands were digging deeply into the
flesh of his back.
At last the spasms of their climaxes began to subside.
The clatter of the rowing machine died away to a faint
metronomic rattle. Jacqui sighed heavily and rested her
chin on her nephew's big shoulder.
"Wow," she breathed. She sat astride his massive prick,
feeling it go limp within her satiated cunt. She felt
the juices seeping out past the distended lips of her
pussy, and her nose drank in the tart aroma of her cunt
sauces and the dry sharpness of Martin's cum.
Even as Martin and Jacqui were relaxing into afterglow,
Chuck was beginning to give his prick to Anne fast and
furiously. "Hot damn!" she exclaimed. "You sure know how
to work that goddamned prick."
Chuck laughed hoarsely. Sweat was pouring down his
forehead into his eyes. He shook his head to clear them.
A lewd grin bared long, yellowed teeth. "Nope," he told
the wriggling girl. "You ever tried milking a cow with
that pussy of yours?"
Anne giggled and rotated her hips till Chuck cried out
with delight. "No," she said huskily, "but maybe I'll
try it someday."
Chuck stood his head. "You're a wild little bitch," he
said. He fucked his cock into her snatch so hard her
toes came off the carpet.
"You're damn right, you great big fucker," Anne said.
She started cocking her hips, forward and back. The back
and forth motion fucked her cunt on Chuck's thrusting
prick with short, choppy, maddening strokes. "Too bad
your friend Martin couldn't keep it in mind and too bad
he made the mistake of thinking I wasn't all the woman
he'd ever need!"
Too bad for him, Chuck thought, but not for me. His
hands were splayed like pale spiders on her moon-white
ass cheeks. The tips of his thumbs were put into the
crease between her buttocks, as his stabbing cock wedged
her ass cheeks apart.
The whole tremendous length of his prick was wet with
the oils of Anne's hungry snatch. The oils from deep
inside her pussy were thick and had a sexy smell.
To the to-and-fro rocking of Anne's hips, the girl added
a wicked spiral motion. Chuck gasped. Saliva trickled
from the side of his mouth and dripped onto the bent-
over cheerleader's bare ass. "Hey," he choked, "What's
the big idea? You're about to make me shoot off like a
skyrocket!"
"That's the idea, big boy," Anne purred. "Hurry up and
pump your load up my cunt. I've got a new game I want to
play with our captive librarian."
Chuck looked down at the perfectly matched demiglobes of
ass jutting to either side of his prick. He was excited
at the thought of what new games the cruel and jealous
black-haired beauty had in mind. But he didn't want this
torrid fucking to be over. And he didn't like the idea
of the girl dismissing him so casually. She should treat
the owner of such a magnificent prick with more respect!
Just about that time what felt like a hand encased in a
glove of oiled silk took hold of his prick and began
jacking off. "Hey-!" he began.
A hot orgasm choked his words off. They trailed into a
protracted groan of sheer ecstasy as a mighty surge of
his prick filled Anne's supple pussy sheath with cum.
"That's more -- ahh! -- like it!" she cried. Her jugs
rolled around the surface of the pool table like water
balloons. "Now it's my turn to... coooommmmmmmmme!"
Chuck's eyes were half-shut. Unable to control himself,
he fucked wad after wad of jism into that boiling, rank
cunt. Fascinated, he watched the little white bubbles of
sperm well out around his prick. They looked like soap
suds.
Anne felt the prick give one last, powerful spasm, and
felt a few drops of cum searing the sensitive lining of
her cunt channel. Then Chuck's cock went limp
immediately. The air left his lungs in a long, satisfied
sigh.
He pushed back, watching his limp worm of a prick slide
out from between the girl's buns. At last it came free.
A long trail of jism stretched between the tip of the
prick and the slack, pink lips of Anne's pussy. It broke
and slopped onto the carpet.
Anne wriggled her whole body voluptuously. Then she
stood up, smoothing the hem of her skirt over her bare
buttocks. "All right," she said. "Time for phase two.
Get the bitch off Martin's lap and tie him up. Then take
the cuffs off her and I'll tell you what to do next."
Totally spent, Jacqui slumped against Martin's chest.
Despite having just cum for the second time in an hour,
his big prick was still half-hard and pulsing to his
languid heartbeat in the depths of her pussy. Her pussy
still swam in sweet oils. She could feel them, mixed
with her nephew's sperm, leaking into his crotch.
"Mmmm," she said, and rubbed her hear against Martin's.
Hands grasped her from behind. "Ah!" she said. The
delicious aftermath of her glorious climax was suddenly
gone.
She felt herself being lifted. Martin's cock slid
reluctantly out of her pussy. She got her feet under
her, and then the still-swollen cockhead popped out of
her cunt and collapsed into the aromatic mess in his
crotch.
Martin had to raise his hands to allow Jacqui's bound
arms to slip over his head. He came out of his erotic
stupor thinking about jumping Chuck and overpowering
him. But out of the corner of his eye he saw Anne
holding the pistol on him again, and that idea went out
the window. He sat quietly as Chuck propped Jacqui
against the pool table and came back to bind him to the
rowing machine. "I got some tape, Anne." The skinny
security guard said. "Electrician's stuff. Is that okay
to tie Martin up with?"
Anne called affirmation. She was standing by the
exercise cycle, fiddling with it. Confidently, he taped
the blond-haired youth's arms behind the back of the
seat, wrist to elbow, and then taped his ankles securely
to the legs of the rowing-machine chair. "There," he
said in satisfaction, "that oughta hold you."
"You bastard," Martin gritted. "You yellow-bellied,
backstabbing bastard!"
"Flattery will get you nowhere!" Anne sang out cheerily.
"Take a look over here, and see what I've got in mind
for our little librarian lady."
"I don't get it," Chuck said, scratching his head. "All
I see is an exercise cycle with the seat taken off."
Anne ran her hand lovingly over the tubular steel pole
the bicycle seat had been attached to. "Yeah," she said.
"And this length of rope I found behind the stairs. Tie
one end around the scrawny bitch's waist and haul her
down here."
Jacqui exchanged glances with her nephew, bound
immovably to the seat of the rowing machine on which
he'd so recently fucked his aunt. Neither had any idea
what was coming next. Chuck seemed to, however. Leering,
he stooped by her side and knotted the hairy rope around
her trim waist.
"Ouch! That's too tight," she protested. Chuck grinned
callously in her face.
"In a few seconds, lady," he assured her, "You won't
have a thought for how tight that is!" Then he put his
arms around her and scooped her up.
He grinned at the feel of his armful of lovely, naked
woman, her body still warm and moist with the delightful
exertion of making love, her pussy still redolent of the
heady juices of her lust. He set her on her feet beside
the cycle, wrapped his arms around her from behind, and
raised her up.
Belatedly, Jacqui realized what was in store for her.
She screamed and kicked, but it did no good. The wiry
security guard was too strong for her.
With Anne on her knees, guiding Jacqui's hips, Chuck
impaled the shrieking librarian's cunt on the erect bar
where the cycle seat had been. With her legs together,
the tip of the bar would not quite have reached the
mouth of her pussy. But with her legs thrashing, Chuck
managed to get several inches of the icy, metallic rod
up her cunt.
Martin cursed them bitterly. He threw his weight against
his bonds time and again without weakening them at all.
Ignoring him, Anne pulled the free end of the rope down
and looped it around the lower members of the cycle's
frame.
"Pull her up," she ordered, "so just an inch or so's up
her cunt. That's the way!" With nimble fingers she tied
the rope so it stretched taut from the captive's waist
to the metal strut. Then she stood up to admire her
handiwork.
Chuck unlocked the handcuffs from Jacqui's wrists. "Just
leave her hands free. How does it feel, baby?"
"Aw-awful!" Jacqui sobbed. Already her legs were
quivering with the effort of holding her body off that
brutal bar. The inch of metal inside her felt cold and
dead in her cunt.
Anne grinned. "It'll feel worse," she said pleasantly.
"Now get your legs up and pedal!"
Jacqui hesitated. Anne grabbed the jump-rope and lashed
her savagely across the tits. "Aiiiieeee!" she cried,
the moaned. She had cringed from the pain of the rope
cutting into her tender tit-flesh, and had driven
another two inches of steel rod up her cunt. It felt
like a spike.
Reluctantly, Jacqui lifted a foot to a pedal. Her body
sagged, more steel went up her snatch. "Noooooooo!" she
groaned. "Don't make me do it!"
The rope licked our and caressed her bare hip gently.
She bit a cry off just in time. She looked at Anne for
any sign of mercy, any hint of compassion. All she saw
in that face was cold cruelty.
Her arms braced, Jacqui picked her other foot up off the
floor. Her arms shook violently as she tried to steer it
to the pedal. Her foot touched it. The pedal turned out
from under it as she put her weight on.
Jacqui's foot slipped. She fell onto the metal upright.
"Arrrggghhh!" she cried as it stabbed brutally into her
delicate cunt. Gasping with agony, she hoisted herself
up and got her foot securely on the pedal. Her arms and
legs taking her weight, she trembled and tried to keep
from falling onto that vicious rod again.
"Now pedal," Anne commanded. The whip cracked against a
snowy butt cheek. Jacqui shrieked at the new pain.
"Pedal!"
Jacqui did. Her muscles creaked in protest, but she made
her legs work. They ran the pedals around one circuit.
Bound as she was, she was unable to get the torturing
steel out of her pussy. The pedaling worked her cunt
around the metal pole. The upright seemed to be tearing
her pussy apart.
"Faster!" Incandescent agony blared along the crease of
Jacqui's ass as the cheerleader slashed her with the
rope. Her scream was piercing in the confines of the
basement. Nausea surged in her stomach. But she pedaled
faster.
Her knees pumped up and down. Her high, firm tits jogged
to the rhythm of her cycling. Her ass cheeks churned and
wobbled. And always that metal rod was throbbing
painfully in her cunt!
To her horror, Jacqui found the strength ebbing from her
joints. That sadistic slut! She thought. Anne had
calculated this new torture well. The faster Jacqui
pedaled, the faster she would weaken -- and the more of
that awful bar would thrust into her tender pussy!
She tried slackening her pace gradually, hoping it would
escape notice. Anne landed three blows on her ass that
she thought, through a haze of anguish, must have
stripped the skin in tatters from her tormented ass. And
worse, she lost ground. Still more of that loathsome
hardness wracked the walls of her cunt!
Anne was laughing uproariously. She dropped the jump-
rope to skin her cheerleader's sweater off over her
head, baring the magnificent melons of her jugs. The
nipples were eagerly erect in the broad purple circles
of her aureoles. Then she pulled the skirt down,
recovered the rope, and began to whip the flagging
captive with all her strength.
Her long black tresses flew and her boobs bounced like
bags of oil as she laid the knotted rope-end on the
cringing, nude flesh of her captive. Even as he sat
cursing her, Martin Reinhard had to admit she was a
splendid animal, beautiful, sensuous, and completely
evil. Her succulent body gleamed with perspiration. Her
lovely face was a mask of unnatural lust.
"Aiii! No! Owwwwaaah! Yahhh-stop! I'm pedaling --
ghaaaa! -- as fast as I can!" Jacqui shrieked and
pleaded. Anne laughed like a maniac and whipped her all
the harder, till her ass and thighs glowed with scarlet
welts of pain. All the while the steel rod ground
hideously inside her cunt. It was driving deeper with
every turn of the pedals, now.
Jacqui's body throbbed with a million different pains.
Her tits smarted from the abuse they'd received. Her ass
seemed to be on fire from the cutting kiss of the jump-
rope. Her pussy was being invaded by an ever-increasing
length of cold, heartless metal. And her thighs ached
from the exertion needed to keep her from collapsing
onto the upright and having it tear into her delicate
insides.
Tears flooded down her cheeks. Her chestnut hair hung
lank beside her face. Her throat was raw from pleading,
and the rope was burning her waist.
And still the unbearable torment continued!
At last the horrendous hail of blows ceased. She slumped
forward, unable to keep pedaling. Pathetic sounds issued
from her throat as her weak legs gave way and her body
came down on the cycle's upright. "Stop," she sobbed.
"Haven't you had enough? Get me off this thing before it
kills me! Unngghhh!"
Anne stood before her, head to one side. Doesn't it feel
good, sweetheart?" she asked.
"No!" It was a ragged cry.
The sweaty, tense ass slipped lower. Jacqui gasped at
the pain in her cunt. "That upright's stiffer than any
prick -- even Martin's. Don't you want it to fill that
hot box of yours?"
"Ghaaa -- no! It's tearing me apart! It'll kill me --
don't you understand? It'll rip my insides to shreds.
It's murder! Aaah! HELP ME!"
At Anne's side Chuck was nervously shifting his weight
from one foot to the other. He had finally taken off his
shirt. His prick was at half-mast from watching the
naked librarian's torture and degradation, but he had a
worried look.
"She's right," he said above Jacqui's pitiful groans.
"Those blackmail photos will cover a lot of things for
us, but not murder."
Anne tossed her gleaming hair petulantly. "All right,"
she said. "If you're going to be such a weakling, let
her off that thing. But still," she went on, pushing the
hair back out of her face, "she could have taken a lot
more. And I don't want anything heavy to happen to her -
- yet."
Chuck was on his knees, untying the rope from the cycle
frame. He stood when he'd finished and lifted the woman
off. Her pussy came off the upright with a sucking
noise. A dark smear covered the upper seven inches of
the bar.
Jacqui was semiconscious. A wave of relief swept over
her body as the steel hardness came out of her pussy.
She welcomed the soft, supporting touch of the floor
beneath her. She lay still, a mass of gradually easing
aches, as Chuck undid the rough rope around her waist.
Almost immediately she felt a noose being slipped over
her head. She opened her half-closed eyes as Anne
straightened beside her. She found she was staring right
up into the jet-black bush of the cheerleader's pussy.
The brunette smiled down between the twin peaks of her
jugs. For the first time Jacqui got a good look at her
youthful tormentor in her full naked splendor. And it
was quite a sight.
The huge yet firm jugs Jacqui had seen before, and the
fit young belly coming down to a narrow waist. But she
hadn't really gotten a look at Anne's cunt before. The
black triangle of coarse fur was shiny and surprising
small. The cunt hair along the slit of her pussy was
matted, sopping with cunt juice.
Anne let her prisoner looked her over. Then she put
hands on hips and rolled her hips. Her pussy opened up
like a flower. A blast of rankness hit Jacqui full in
the face. It brought her out of her mental fog like a
whiff of smelling salts. Her stomach reeled.
It was her first exposure at close range to the damp,
dank, overpowering stench of an aroused female twat.
Anne's inner cunt lips were startlingly bright against
the darkness of her pubic hair. A droplet of pussy sauce
glittered between the pink flesh-flaps of her cunt.
Jacqui felt a slow tightening of the noose around her
neck. Anne was pulling the rope, reeling her prisoner's
face in towards her waiting cunt. Jacqui pulled back,
then coughed as the rope choked her.
"Be a good girl now," Anne admonished, "and eat my
little pussy. It's good for you, you know. A little
lezzie action will broaden your horizons."
With her other hand she held up the damned jump-rope.
"It could also keep me from having to use this on your
hide. You have such lovely, delicate skin -- really you
do. It'd be a pity to mar it anymore." She tugged on the
rope again.
Still Jacqui held back. The noose tightened on her neck
again. Anne draped the jump-rope across her shoulders.
She shivered. Then she opened her mouth.
Anne writhed with delight as the captive woman kissed
her wide-open cunt. Her pussy opened wider, and a
torrent of heated oils gushed out over Jacqui's face. In
her excitement she tugged on the leash holding the
captive. Jacqui fell against her, grabbing at her legs
for balance.
The white flesh was satiny-warm beneath Jacqui's palms.
The naked prisoner scarcely noticed. Her universe was
filled with the hot rank smell of cunt!
Her tongue seemed to be swimming in a pungent broth of
the cheerleader's cunt juice. Jacqui's stomach revolted.
This was another woman's pussy she was tasting! The
smelly, forbidden private parts of the lusty, full-
bodied adolescent! Jacqui shook her head, wanting to be
free of the stink and savor of the dripping cunt, from
the slithery feel of the grasping cunt lips, from this
illicit closeness to another woman's sex.
Let her whip me! She thought wildly. I'm not a lesbian!
Though her pussy still ached terribly from her ride on
the seatless exercycle, she almost wished she were back
with her cunt impaled on that tearing metal shaft with
her joints threatening to give way under the strain,
instead of having her face buried in the brunette's
steaming cunt bush. She wagged her head furiously from
side to side, trying to free herself.
Anne threw her head back and moaned with animal
pleasure. With her twat lips spread out like a hand over
her prisoner's mouth, the librarian's frantic head
motions sent stabs of delight shooting up the channel of
Anne's pussy. "That's right, baby!" Anne exulted. "Just
shake your face around my cunt! Keep that up and I might
not whip you anymore!"
Jacqui didn't even hear her. The cheerleader was holding
the back of her neck. Her strong hands were crushing
Jacqui's reluctant face into the fermenting depths of
her snatch. The avid cunt lips smeared shiny rank juices
all over the librarian's mouth. The stuff went up her
nose, on her cheeks, dripped down her chin and fell in
sizzling droplets onto her upturned tits.
Anne leaned back against the frame of the exercycle. Her
pussy crawled up Jacqui's face. Her strong slim hand
kept up the pressure at the back of Jacqui's neck. The
librarian gave a muffled gasp as her nose plunged smack
into the midst of that sopping, sloppy, slithering
pussy!
She gagged and opened her mouth for air. Cunt juice
flooded in instead. The harsh taste of it made her want
to heave.
"Yes!" shrieked Anne, clawing at her captive's head.
"Eat me! Fuck me with your nose -- what a trip! God, the
bridge of your nose if pressing right up against my
clit! I can hardly stand it -- ahhh! Give it to me
hard!"
With the cheerleader's juicy thighs pressing on her
cheeks, and the greedy noises of her cunt covering her
nose and mouth gurgling in her ears, Jacqui could barely
make out what her captor was saying. But the sense got
through to her, and she was even more revolted. God,
this bawdy young slut wanted her to fuck her dripping
cunt with her nose! It was incredible.
If she'd thought about it, Jacqui would have cringed
then for fear of the stinging lash that had been her
reward for disobeying her tormentor in the past. But she
needn't have worried. The fire in Anne's cunt was raging
out of control. It could only be smothered in one way --
she had to cum! With the jump-rope abandoned and coiled
like an obedient serpent around her bare feet, she
grabbed Jacqui's auburn hair with both hands and began
fucking her face in and out of her ravenous snatch by
main force.
Jacqui's head reeled from the frantic jerking and her
nose plunged into the depths of Anne's twat! Anne's cunt
bush shrank, then grew to fill the librarian's vision as
her head was yanked bodily forward and back. Loud
squelching noises assaulted her ears. A spray of cunt
juice washed over her face at every inward surge.
"Ah! Ahhhhh -- God! Good, unngggh, so gooooood!" Anne
practically sobbed. "Tongue my pussy, baby! Make it
perfect, make it good -- lick my pussy all up!"
This time Jacqui heard her shrill scream of desire loud
and clear. And to her amazement, she obeyed!
Her lips parted, her tongue crept out. Instead of the
slippery wetness of cunt, it touched slightly rough,
rumpled skin moistened with cunt juice. Anne squealed
wantonly and ground Jacqui's face into her crotch.
For a few heartbeats, Jacqui knelt with her nose in the
juices of Anne's pussy, her fingers clawed in the flesh
of the girl's bare leg, her tongue soaking up the
sweetness of pussy sauce. Then she let her tongue inch
forward ever so slightly. It touched a dimpled pucker of
dry flesh. A shiver ran though Anne's body.
"My asshole!" she moaned from low in her throat. "Lap my
asshole, sweetheart!"
So it was the cheerleader's asshole her questing tongue
had encountered. Oddly, Jacqui was not at all disturbed.
Instead she was intrigued and excited. "Look at that,"
Chuck said, leaning against the pool table with his cock
waving in the breeze. "If we're not careful, those two
are going to decide they don't need either of us!"
Martin's answer was a growled curse. But he himself was
feeling prickles of hair crawling over his naked body.
His aunt was actually getting into eating that strange
black-haired bitch's hot cunt! It was unbelievable. He
saw the little motions of her chestnut head, cradled in
Anne's loving hands, as she reeled her tongue back away
from the girl's butthole. A trickle of wetness showed on
one bare thigh, under the swelling curve of a butt-
cheek. Jacqui was getting turned on!
She was as surprised by the fact as Martin. But she
wasn't fighting it! Once she got accustomed to the
undiluted strength of Anne's pussy-smell, she found she
like it. And the feel of those pussy lips on her face --
why they weren't disgusting at all! They were like a
tender, moist, agile mouth, kissing hers with loving
care. She stirred her nose in the seething cauldron on
Anne's cunt and stuck her tongue as far up the girl's
pussy hole as it would go.
Anne's shriek of ecstasy shook the windows as fiercely
as Jacqui's cries of agony had earlier. Her hair poured
in a midnight cascade down her back as she threw back
her head and came.
An oily noose caught Jacqui's tongue and sucked it
impossibly deeper into Anne's pussy. The cheerleader's
padded pubic bone banged into the bridge of Jacqui's
nose as she fucked herself uncontrollably on that
maddening feminine nose and tongue. Jacqui's own pussy
was streaming with cunt juice. The sexual ecstasy seemed
to pour into her body in a sparkling electric current
from the black-bearded cunt.
She closed her eyes. Greedily she drank down every drop
of delicious, musky woman-wine from Anne's cunt. The
girl pulled her face still deeper into her climaxing
cunt. The resilient pussy lips enfolded Jacqui's nose,
pressed onto her cheeks, the swell of that furry cunt
covered her eyes. She sighed into the twat and settled
in to eating the quivering, coming brunette's pussy.
-= Chapter 8 =-
Slender fingers like white spiders crawled up Anne's
trembling thighs. They cupped themselves over the
tightly-clenched cheeks of her ass. Her touch fervent
and loving, Jacqui shoved her face into Anne's cunt and
ate greedily at it.
The cheerleader was slumped against the exercycle, her
pussy full of pleasure and her head full of stars. What
a cum! It felt as if her pussy were trying to tie itself
into knots.
Of their own accord her hips fucked her pussy back and
forth against Jacqui's upturned, gobbling face. Slowly
the fires of orgasm died away inside her pussy. When
they'd dimmed to a dull spark deep in her belly, she
pulled Jacqui's face gently from her cunt.
The librarian's face was soaked and dripping with Anne's
cunt honey. It was frothed around her mouth like shaving
cream. She ran her tongue around her lips and smiled up
at her captor.
"I-I... liked that," she husked. "Very much."
"Thank you." Anne said. "Now it's time for me to return
the favor."
Jacqui's heart leapt with anticipation. Anne was going
to eat her pussy! She herself had witnessed the erotic
skills this big-boobed, black-haired cheerleader had
employed on her nephew. Anne had a store of carnal
knowledge far beyond her tender years! And something
about the way she spoke and her naked, lovely body moved
told Jacqui she was no more a stranger to delighting
women pussies with oral love than she was to sucking
cock!
Jacqui gazed hungrily at the wink of Anne's asshole as
the girl turned round and bent over. The oozing slit of
her pussy smiled at the librarian from the midst of a
tangle of black pubic fur. A trickle of cunt juice
drooled out of her gaping pussy and ran down her leg.
She finished tying the free end of the rope to the frame
of the exercycle. The other end was still in a loose
loop around Jacqui's neck. The prisoner didn't care by
this point, all she cared about was Anne Roxbury
plunging her face into her pussy as soon as possible!
Tits bouncing, Anne stood. "Help me with this, will
you?" she asked her gangly accomplice. There was a set
of weights resting near the bench on which Chuck and
Martin had first raped Jacqui that afternoon. They were
big ones, consisting of a heavy bar and Olympic standard
forty-five pound weights the size of wheels. Grunting
with exertion, Anne and Chuck manhandled the thing over
to where Jacqui lay slumped against the cycle.
"Lift your sweet cheeks up, darling," Anne told her
captive in honeyed tones. Drowsily, Jacqui obeyed. The
fact that her body seemed to float on a sea of exotic
relaxation did nothing to alter the fact that she was
bursting with passion! Normally such a request, coming
from her ingeniously cruel tormentor, would have alarmed
her. Now, all she was concerned with was that nothing
would keep the girl from getting down to the business of
sucking her pussy as soon as possible!
She obeyed. Anne's tits jounced as the massive weights
were dragged under Jacqui, so that she was draped across
the bar with her hindquarter on one side and her small
tits hanging down on the other. The bar was high enough
so that Jacqui's butt was way up in the air, with her
knees wide apart. Her own pussy was spread demandingly
open, slavering cunt juice.
"Whew," Anne breathed. She let her fingers slide lightly
down her prisoner's back. Jacqui stretched like a cat at
the thrilling touch. She couldn't restrain a moan of
naked lust.
"Is that your car up the block? The beat-up old Chevy?"
Anne asked Chuck. "And is that Trooper in the back?"
"Yes," Chuck nodded, puzzled. Then his eyes gleamed.
"Hey -- yeah, that's right! He is."
"Go get him won't you? While I keep our cunt-lapping
librarian happy?"
Chuck smacked his lips. "Right!" He was gone like a
shot, pulling on his clothes as he went.
Who Trooper was, Jacqui had not the foggiest notion.
Probably some other friend of Martin's from Walter
Williams High, like Chuck or Anne. Well, by this time
Jacqui didn't care if Chuck was going to bring the New
York Knicks in to watch Anne Roxbury suck her cunt. They
could all take a crack at her themselves when the
cheerleader was finished, as horny as she was. "Oh,
hurry," she sighed, pressing her cheek against the
carpet.
With a thump Anne dropped to her knees beside Jacqui's
upturned ass. She bent over and kissed it, right at the
top of the spread-out crease between her buns. Jacqui
shuddered with delighted anticipation. Anne ran her lips
teasingly down the crack of her captive's ass. The smell
of watering cunt greeted her distended nostrils as she
kissed her way down the woman's ass. She ran her tongue-
tip in a wet swirl around Jacqui's asshole, eliciting a
low growl of pleasure. Then she stuck her tongue out and
lapped it along the librarian's pussy gash.
Martin sat stiffly in his chair. His prick was as stiff
as his back. He may have been boiling with suppressed
rage against his cruel and treacherous girlfriend. But
watching his own aunt slowly get turned on while being
forced to eat cunt -- and now witnessing the spectacle
of Anne unleashing the full power of her passion on the
older woman -- was almost too much to bear!
He wished with all his heart that his hands were free.
Not so that he could overpower the naked raven-headed
slut and overpower her while her helper was gone -- but
so that he could wrap his fingers around his painfully-
throbbing cock and jack off, to release the incredible
pressure building up in the boiler of his balls.
Anne ran her tongue back and forth along Jacqui's
dripping slit till it was lathered with cunt sauces.
Then she took hold of the woman's bare ass and dug in.
Her lips and teeth worked furiously on the pendulous
pussy lips while her tongue worked black magic along the
entire length of Jacqui Hyde's cunt slot.
The nude librarian was in seventh heaven. What a wealth
of sweet sensation flooded into her pussy. Anne Roxbury
gobbling her cunt was a delight she felt from the tips
of her toes to the roots of her shiny hair!
Lesbian or not, the cheerleader's expert cunt eating was
driving her crazy. It was an experience unlike any she'd
ever had. She thought back to the tongue-lashing her
nephew had given her pussy -- was it just two days ago?
-- in the bathroom of the sprawling house. She had
imagined that was the most wonderful sensation her cunt
would ever encounter. But she was wrong!
It wasn't that Anne's oral attack on her drooling cunt
was better than Martin's had been. It was just...
different. Deliciously so! Her amber eyes closed
blissfully.
Noisily Anne slurped at Jacqui's pussy. The vengeful
cheerleader had to admit the older woman had just about
the sweetest little honey-pot of a cunt she'd ever put
her mouth to -- and she'd had her face buried in a lot
of snatches, in those of half the female teachers and
every cheerleader at old Walter Williams.
Her own twat, so recently and so well eaten itself, was
beginning to slobber unashamedly down her flawless
thighs. But it wasn't just the carnal joy of dining on
her captive's cunt that made her pussy overflow with
delight. It was the thought of what would happen when
Chuck got back with Trooper!
The brunette didn't even give a thought to the
possibility that Chuck Farley wouldn't return. He would
be every bit as eager as she was to see what would
happen when Jacqui met Trooper!
Serenely unaware of what Anne had in store for her,
Jacqui lay with her cheek against the floor and reveled
in every little nuance of sensation in her cunt. There
were a lot of them. Anne's educated mouth seemed to be
doing a dozen delicious things to the librarian's snatch
at once!
Steps rang hollowly down the stairwell. Chuck was
returning from his trip outside. Accompanying the
youthful security guard was a peculiar scrabbling noise
that made Martin Reinhard cock his head and listen,
frowning.
With her face against the carpet and her pussy full of
joy, Jacqui was unaware anything was going on. Anne, her
full red lips wrapped around a succulent mouthful of
cunt, heard Chuck coming. Her blue eyes glittered.
Eyes fixed religiously on the lewd scene being enacted
before him, Martin only spared a reflexive glance over
his shoulder as Chuck emerged from the stairwell. He was
looking back at Anne and Jacqui, watching the voluptuous
little brunette delicately stretching Jacqui's cunt
flaps between her teeth, with her lips over them to keep
them from abrading the twat lips. Then he froze as
something he'd seen registered in his brain. With the
hairs prickling at the back of his neck, he turned his
head and looked back at Chuck.
He got a good look at what was with Chuck, "Oh my God!"
he bit out, and then words failed him. His jaw worked
soundlessly. Chuck, prepared for the occasion, stepped
forward and stuffed a handkerchief into Martin's mouth.
"Mmmmmmmph," the young man growled, chewing the rag. His
green eyes bugged out in horror.
Kneeling behind Jacqui's upthrust ass, Anne redoubled
her eating of the librarian's tasty cunt. Her tongue
streaked maddeningly up and down the moist crack of her
pussy, then the girl bent her head back and thrust her
chin forward, her tongue straining to touch the pearly
button of Jacqui's clit.
The eager tongue seemed to strike sparks of sheer
pleasure inside Jacqui's cunt "oooooooooh!" she cried.
Her ass began leaping around as though it had a life of
its own. Her pussy lips slobbered all over Anne's nose
as though trying to swallow it.
The bound woman's bare ass was bucking like a bronco
storming out of the chute. Determinedly, Anne clung to
her captive's thighs with both hands. Somehow she kept
her mouth in position, fastened like a lamprey on the
sucking, salivating pussy, her tongue punching
incessantly at the swollen nerve-rich node of her clit.
Lightning played up and down Jacqui's spine. Her
shoulders heaved as she writhed under an electrical
storm of sexual pleasure. With her body tilting down
from where her butt was propped up by the bar of the
weights, her small cone-shaped tits hung down so just
the very tip of the swollen, finger-like nipples came in
contact with the carpeted floor of the basement. The
slightest motion of her naked body made the nipples
scrape over the rough surface. The sensation made her
jugs seem to swell like balloons, all but bursting with
ecstasy.
"Eat me!, Suck my pussy good!" she cried happily. "You
know how to do it, baby! Oh God, I'm about to cum --
don't stop tonguing my pussy! Don't ever stop!"
Anne's tongue traced wet circles around the throbbing
clit. Her eyes drank in the swell of Jacqui's ass
cheeks, the saucy pertness of her asshole, the bearded
pussy mouth gaping to kiss hers in a fragrant, oily
embrace. Almost ready, she thought. Her own heartbeat
pounded in her ears. She was almost as horny as the
captive librarian!
Her tongue tweaked the straining clit, once, twice,
again. It was like sticking an electric cattle prod up
the woman's pussy. Jacqui's knees came off the floor as
an overwhelming jolt of sensation smashed into her
pussy, and then the first ring-tight contraction of
climax was roaring the length of her brimming cunt like
a runaway locomotive in the Holland Tunnel.
"Ahhh! Ngaaaahhhhh! I can feel it -- I'm coming! Oh dear
God, I'm coming too hard -- can't stand it! I -- I --
aaiiiEEEEEEEE!"
Anne rode Jacqui's climaxing body like a rodeo rider.
For what she had in mind, the bound woman had to be
carried along helplessly, mindlessly, ecstatically, from
the crest of one cum to the next. And Anne knew how to
do it like no one else!
Climax after shattering climax pounded into Jacqui's
snatch. Her mouth was open in soundless cry of ultimate
delight. A little trickle of saliva ran from the corner
of her mouth.
She felt Anne's tongue, lashing her cunt the way the
girl had lashed her bare butt with the jump-rope. The
cheerleader's tongue whipped her cunt honey to a fine
froth. Then it suddenly withdrew. Even as still another
orgasm shook her, Jacqui moaned in disappointment.
And then the tongue was lapped her again. Oh God, how
nice it felt! It wasn't probing the depths of her saucy
cunt now, though. It was lapping in long, slobbering
strokes across the hairy clam of her pussy. Every cool
touch of that tongue sent fresh spasms of delight
rampaging through her pussy.
Something icy cold was prodding against her asshole.
What's that? Part of her wondered, while another part
said -- who cares?
Then the tongue went away and a crushing weight came
down on her rounded buns. Something like a fuzzy vise
clamped about her waist. A cool, slick hardness prodded
into her, the thick outer twat lips, then drove home
into juicy cavern between her legs.
The next thing Jacqui Hyde knew, a stiff cock was
fucking in and out of her joyous snatch like no cock
she'd ever felt before! It fucked her with the speed and
power of a jackhammer, so that her chest seemed
constricted and her heart thudded with the approach of a
thunderous orgasm. She gasped in time to the furious
cock-strokes, reveling in the feel of pubic fur rasping
her smiling butt.
A little warning light blinked on in her brain. It was
impossible, as totally, erotically good as she felt, but
all at once she knew it -- something was wrong. Saliva
began pelting the small of her back like scalding rain.
A point of coldness grew in her belly. She turned her
head around, to look over her white shoulder up the
slope of her trim, bare back. Her amber eyes flew open.
"NOOOOOOOO!" she howled, her scream sharp as a razor in
the confines of the basement rec room. "God, NO! Not a
DOG!"
But it was. Leering at her as he gripped her by the
middle and fucking his short sharp prick furiously into
her soaking pussy, was a huge, red-tan and tawny
Doberman Pinscher. His eyes were glowing beacons of
unnatural lust. Muscles surged and rippled beneath his
slick hide.
Jacqui threw her ass from side to side, trying
desperately to dislodge the unclean beast that was
raping her. Her stomach boiled with nausea. A dog! A
loathsome, disgusting, vile animal was fucking his stiff
cock in and out of her pussy!
It was the ultimate horror -- the ultimate degradation.
Jacqui cursed the black-haired fiend of the plentiful
boobs and milk-white skin, who stood by laughing and
clapping her hands like a delighted schoolgirl with a
new toy. Anne Roxbury was a devil in lovely human form,
an evil genius who had engineered this most obscene of
defilements for the woman she thought was her rival for
Martin's affections. And then Jacqui screamed again, a
cry like a lost soul, as the realization of what her
captor had done to her hit her fully.
Anne had timed to perfection the introduction of the
huge canine now so wantonly raping the captive's snatch.
The worst, most terrible thing of all the things she had
done to her lovely prisoner was not what she was making
the dog do to Jacqui -- it was what she was making
Jacqui's libido do to her!
Because the truth was that Jacqui's animal-invaded cunt
was betraying her. She was getting turned on by the
hellishly fast pumping of Trooper's dog prick!
Like a wild man, Martin strained and struggled at his
bonds. His jaws working around the gag in his mouth, he
garbled out curses, threats, promises of ghastly
retribution against the raven-haired harlot and her
treacherous helper. His muscles knotted into enormous
swelling bunches, but he could not break free of the
tape that held him. A small, sharp protrusion of metal
at the back of the rowing-machine chair had gashed his
arm. He felt the wet stickiness of his own blood on his
skin.
The stabbing canine cock sent flashes of pleasure into
Jacqui's cunt even as the woman's mind rebelled. She got
her hands under her and tried to push up, to throw off
the dreadful hound that was riding her, fucking her --
violating her. The rope around her neck stopped her with
a jerk that made her fall forward, gasping and choking.
And then she was lost. Her lust took control of her mind
as well as her traitor body. She gave one last, tortured
moan, and then with a wrenching roll of her plushy-
padded hips began to fuck the Doberman back for all she
was worth.
Trooper's pale eyes seemed to bug from his narrow skill.
His prick had never been plugged into a cunt anything
like this before! Of course, he'd never fucked a human
female before. In fact, he'd had no intention of fucking
the captive when he trotted into the basement. He'd only
approached the woman out of curiosity -- and then the
smell and taste of ripe, ready cunt had hit his
sensitive nerves, and he'd been so horny he could barely
stand it!
"Haha!" cried Anne, tossing her head with delight.
"We've found you a lover that really suits you, bitch!
Yes, that's what you are -- no better than an animal!
Fuck him, fuck your doggy friend. Let him fill your
nasty cunt with his canine cum!"
Martin's lips curled back in a grimace of nausea. The
jaybird-naked cheerleader was gloating obscenely. Chuck
stood licking his thick lips, with his hose-like cock
bulging out the front of his trousers. He'd get those
two, Martin promised himself.
Lewd squelching sounds filled the room. The short fur on
Trooper's belly was soaked with aromatic pussy sauces.
The odor of Jacqui's pussy drove him on almost as much
as the feel of her oily cunt wrapping itself greedily
around his plunging prick!
Anne was right, though. Jacqui was an animal at this
moment! The only thought in her mind was to fuck and be
fucked by this fantastically powerful, fantastically
macho dog. "Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, yes, yes -- fuck me
hard!" The churning of her hips and the fervent
squeezing of her agile cunt urged the dog to do just
that.
He did. Without a break in the rhythm of his fucking,
his cock pulsed once and began spitting huge amounts of
yellowish jism deep in to Jacqui's cunt. His long pink
tongue lolled over his teeth. He huffed, and his hind
feet started coming off the floor with every thrust as
he hunched his spewing cock ever deeper into that human
twat.
His stinging canine sperm acted like a catalyst. When
she felt it searing her cunt tube, Jacqui Hyde yelped
like a dog herself and came so hard she squirted
Trooper's scarlet prick right out of her cunt in a rush
of oils. He stuck it right back into her, though, poling
away as the spasmodic contractions of the woman's cunt
milked his prick dry.
Bright points of light whirled behind Jacqui's eyelids.
A great red light seemed to pulse in her skull, to the
tempo of her gut-wrenching climax. Her fingernails dug
into her palms. Overriding everything was the feeling of
that immense dog fucking his cum with unrelenting energy
into her grasping, hot cunt.
-= Chapter 9 =-
Dog sperm overflowed Jacqui's pulsing cunt hole and ran
down the backs of her legs. Slower and slower Trooper
fucked his prick into the soggy, reeking mess of her
pussy. She squealed and grunted and rolled her butt
around to sample more fully the hardness of the small
canine cock.
Finally the jism stored in the Doberman's dangling ball
sac exhausted itself into the woman's cunt. He pulled
his prick out and dropped to all fours. A long quavering
moan escaped Jacqui's lips. Her sides and ass were itchy
from the rasping of his coarse fur.
Chuck let his breath out in a long exhalation. "Hoooooo
boy," he breathed. Trooper sniffed once at the gooey
mess of Jacqui's cunt, then trotted off and lay down in
the corner. The frenzied fires of climax died away in
Jacqui's nude, bound body, leaving the cold inescapable
knowledge of what she'd done. She began to cry.
Anne laughed wildly and ran her hands down her gleaming
naked body. Her nipples stuck out like thumbs.
"Wonderful! Beautiful! What a show!" She threw her head
back in a whipping cloud of hair. "Listen to her sob!
She's sorry she got hot to trot with a dog! I'll bet!"
She grabbed her accomplice by both arms. "The best is
yet to come!" she promised. "Haul her skinny ass off the
floor and tie her up."
"Where?"
The cheerleader's pretty brow wrinkled in thought. "I
know!" she said, snapping her fingers. "The cycle. Pick
her up, bend her over the frame, and retie the rope
where it is now. Better tie her hands, too -- she's
going to thrash around real good when I get started on
her!"
Jacqui was a quivering, unresisting mass of grief and
humiliation. Chuck had no trouble untying her, dragging
her to her feet and draping her so her jugs dangled over
the frame of the exercycle, and then redoing her bonds
the way Anne had suggested. The naked nymph strode over
to stand before her other captive, gloating.
"Well, how do you like watching your aunt get dog
fucked?" she asked brightly. She put her hands on her
hips and tilted her head saucily to one side.
Martin sat very, very still. Better react, he thought,
"You bitch," he rasped. "You evil, filthy, dirty,
diseased sow of a slut. When I get out of this..."
"Don't be so sure you will," grinned Anne. "And anyway,
don't use up all your best threats just yet. Wait and
see what I do to auntie dear next!" With that she turned
and flounced off, wagging her hips so her butt jiggled
fetchingly.
We'll see, the blond-haired youth thought. Moving
gently, as imperceptibly as he could, Martin returned to
his task, sawing his bonds against the little spur of
steel that had gashed his arms. The tape was beginning
to give way.
The nude cheerleader disappeared around the bottom of
the stairwell, into the area where the family's tools
were kept. "Don't just stand there with your teeth in
your mouth, Chuck," she called. "Whip your prong out and
plug it into our girl!"
Chuck's lip curled up involuntarily. "But -- but she's
all full of dog jism," he protested.
"Her cunt is," Anne said, "but not her ass. Ah, here we
go!"
Bobbing his head in raging lust, Chuck tore down the
zipper of his pants. He had no underwear on under his
uniform trousers, and his steel-hard cock shot from his
fly like a coiled spring. Watching Trooper rape the
captive librarian had gotten him hotter than he'd ever
been.
Jacqui was slumped over the cycle. "Get ready," he
growled, and grabbed her ass with both hands.
Jacqui lifted her head listlessly. She felt her butt
cheeks being spread apart by Chucks unsteady hands. Then
a stabbing pain shot up her back.
The security guard's thumbs had pulled open her little
asshole far enough to shove his lengthy prick right on
in. Jacqui gasped as the unlubricated arrowhead of prick
filled her asshole.
"Aggh," she gurgled. "Get it -- yeeeeOOOOOW!" Chuck's
fingers dug furrows in her tender ass-flesh as he
started forcing his prick straight into Jacqui's dry
asshole. The woman's buttocks strained and whitened as
she tried to shut her ass passage to his prick, but it
was useless. Inch by inch he drove his cock up her
protesting asshole.
The ropes chafed her wrists. Jacqui couldn't raise
herself for the rope around her neck. But she had to
escape -- the pain was unbelievable! Chuck's cock was as
long and hard and unpleasant as a baton would have been
going up the librarian's ass. And the tremendous cock's
ungreased surface grated the sensitive anal membranes.
It felt as though Chuck's prick were wrapped in barbed
wire!
Tears started from Jacqui's tightly shut eyes. Her
stomach tightened as though trying to squeeze them out -
- them and that agonizing cock! "That's it," Chuck
grunted, barely able to speak for the incredible
pressure crushing his prick. "The more you fight it, the
more fun it is for -- eeg! Omigod! -- me!"
"Kawiii -- it!" Jacqui begged. "You're tearing me apart!
Pain... so much pain! Can't take it! Killing meeee!"
"No, it's not," Anne said, coming back into the rec area
of the spacious basement. "But you'll wish it had!"
Jacqui paid no attention. Her whole being was
concentrated on the seemingly endless cock grinding its
dreadful way into her asshole.
At last Chuck had every unbelievable inch of his prick
well-planted between the prisoner's snowy ass cheeks.
His cock, sensitized so that every beat of Jacqui's
racing heart sent chills up his spine and pulsed with
pleasure in her butt. His head hung down, and for a long
moment he studied the way his crotch pressed in against
the woman's perfect ass. Then he looked up.
He caught his breath. Jacqui lifted her head. Her eyes
got big as saucers.
Smiling, Anne scratched a match with her long thumbnail.
She held the flame up and brought a hand blow-torch into
hissing, burning life. She blew out the match and
adjusted the flame to an angry orange spear.
"Like it?" she asked. Heat washed over Jacqui's ashen
face. Anne adjusted the torch again, so the flame was a
long, feathery billow, like a dragon's breath.
Jacqui couldn't find her breath. Even the fact that
Chuck had pulled his prick out and was beginning to
cornhole her drywall ass didn't reach her stunned,
horrified brain. The pain from the well-fucked butt was
hideous, but not half as hideous as the pain she knew
for a dreadful certainty she would soon feel.
Almost sobbing with passion, Chuck fucked the captive's
upturned butt. The skin seemed to be being sanded off
his cock, but he didn't mind! The seemingly raw nerves
in his prick were sending unbearable intense messages of
pleasure to his brain.
The beautiful black-haired bitch was going to torture
the hot librarian with the searing flame of the torch!
Chuck knew he should have been repelled by the very
idea. But he wasn't. He was hornier than he'd ever been
in his life.
A small coral tongue ran round Anne's full lips. Wicked
green eyes locked to Jacqui's wide panic-stricken amber
ones. "Ugh, ugh, ugggh!" grunted Chuck as he poled his
prick ever faster in and out of Jacqui's now-unresisting
asshole. Like a wren hypnotized by a serpent, the
captive stared at Anne Roxbury's eyes. They reflected
the flames in a dancing glitter of hellfire.
Anne took a step forward. The tape around Martin's arms
parted with a tearing sound he thought could have been
heard in the next county. But none of the others heard
him. They were too wrapped up in the dreadful drama of
their own invention.
Another step. "We'll start with the boobs, I think,"
Anne whispered. Martin tore hysterically at the tape
wrapped around his ankles, not caring if they heard him
or not. "If I'm careful I can give them the equivalent
of a bad sunburn. Then while that's sinking in, I'll fry
off your cunt hairs..."
Her face white a paper, Jacqui worked her jaws as though
chewing the plea she couldn't find the voice for, no, no
-- no! Every muscles in her lovely ass was taut with
intolerable pain.
The fear throttled Chuck's giant prick, half-way
impaling Jacqui's ass. "Urrrrk!" he exclaimed, and shot
his wad.
Anne held out the hiss, sputtering torch, took aim on a
flawless tit, started to lean down...
Martin launched himself from the seat of the rowing
machine like a vengeful thunderbolt. Anne barely had
time to look up before he hit her like a semi. She went
flying backwards in a flailing tangle of naked white
limbs. The torch shot out of her hands and bounced off a
wall, fortunately going out in the process.
Pushing hard with both hands against the pallid ass-
cheeks, Chuck hauled his pumping, coming, cock out of
the bound woman's butt. It was almost free when Martin
rolled hard against his legs. It shot out of Jacqui's
asshole like a bullet, hosing cum all over her ass as
the youth fell hard.
Squealing with terror, Chuck writhed from Martin's grip.
The enraged blond youth started after him, then caught a
dull black gleam from the corner of his eye, and dove
for that.
A devilish growl made him turn his head to see a furry
red demon streaking to the defense of its master. Martin
came up on one knee just as Trooper, the Doberman, leapt
for his face, tooth-filled jaws wide open.
Orange flame blossomed amid world-shattering noise. The
dog's body stopped in the air as though it had struck an
invisible barrier. Martin Reinhard pumped two more slugs
into the twisting body from Chuck's .38 before the dog
fell back to lie in a spreading crimson stain on the
carpet.
"All right, you goddamn shits!" Martin snarled, menacing
his former captors with the pistol. They shrank away
from them. Anne's big boobs heaved in fear. Chuck's
already half-limp prick was creamed with his jism,
sticking out of his trousers.
"Now it's your turn," Martin said, and stood up.
Hopelessly, Anne began to scream...
***
The big waterbed in Martin's room rolled with the naked
pair side to side on a relaxing, gentle swell. "Here's
my favorite," Martin said, holding up a snapshot for his
aunt to look at. Jacqui's slim nipples were very hard as
she took it. "Anne sure looked funny, walking around the
room on her hands, while you guided her by the broom
handle in her ass!"
Jacqui licked her lips. Her eyes seemed to devour the
picture. Most especially did they focus on a white,
tear-stained, pain-wracked face. A face framed by a
wealth of jet-black hair.
"Chuck looks better this way," Martin laughed, holding
another snapshot up. "With his feet tied behind his head
-- really cute. Never could tell his ass from his face
anyway."
Jacqui had pulled another picture from the thick stack
and was studying it. Martin leaned over, his breath warm
on her bare boobs, to see which one it was. He wrinkled
his nose in disapproval. "You shouldn't have used that
blowtorch on Anne," he said, shaking his head. "Her
dad's head of the local seminary -- he'd have killed
her, and Chuck too, if he ever got a glimpse of these
photos. Wasn't it enough to know you owned her pretty
little ass?"
Jacqui's grin was wolfish. "She'll get over it -- and it
won't leave any marks. I was careful to just toast her
tits and her fat ass. She'll be some time growing back
her cunt hair, though. But she'll be alright -- the
equivalent of a bad sunburn, just like she said."
The damp, wet smell of aroused cunt reached her nephew's
nostrils. "You're getting turned on, aren't you, you
sadistic little bitch!"
Jacqui laughed as she twitched down the colorful sheet.
Martin's gigantic cock stood out from his crotch like a
mini telephone pole. "Look who's talking," she said,
climbing uncertainly to her knees on the rolling,
shifting surface. "Let me get on top this time -- you
did all the work last time..."
Once more she tasted the incomparable delight of hot
cock filling her pussy. She slid her cunt down to the
base of the trembling prick. Yes, she thought, as she
began to fuck herself. Yes, I do own little Annie's ass.
She smiled lustfully down at her nephew. He lay with his
eyes closed, looking complacently horny.
And yours too, you poor little fool, she thought. It was
hard to keep from laughing as she thought about those
pictures, those damned pictures he'd taken of her -- of
them. The one's he'd blackmailed her with.
The ones she'd stolen. And hidden where her nephew would
never find them.
"You stud, you great big fucker," she murmured. "Fuck
me hard!"
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The
author does not condone the described behavior in
real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted
to act out any of the scenarios in this story should
seriously consider seeking professional help.
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