Tied Up Aunt

The facade of respectability often crumbles to dust with remarkable swiftness once its protective armor has been pierced.

The relatively minor investigation into the conduct of one police officer, for example, might well lead to the discovery of mass corruption within the force. A routine check into a corporation’s finances may turn up tax evasion, kickbacks, bribes, and payoffs.

In Jacqui Hyde’s case, it is a slowly brewing longing for passion that pierces the armor of her respectable facade. A divorced librarian, Jacqui pursues her most base desires regardless of the consequences. She finds herself in a different world, a world where lust reigns supreme, where desires are laid bare and acted upon.

TIED UP AUNT — the story of one young woman who throws caution to the winds and lets it all hang out. A story of our times.

CHAPTER ONE

“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 demi globes 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 come 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! “I’m COOOOMMMMMiiinnnggg!”

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 come like a firehose 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 ramrodding her cunt from behind, and better, was pumping her pussy full of rich, warm come. 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?”

Jacquelin Hyde snapped her eyes opened. A pimply-faced teenager stood peering across the book check-out 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 eighteen. With his professor father and mother — Jacqui’s sister — on a year’s sabbatical in Athens studying Greek culture, he and Jacqui had 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 last 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 shorter 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 her 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 upwards, 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 titflesh 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 titflesh. “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 his 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. Mid 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 her 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 mighty 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 out 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 ultra-sensitive 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 Anne 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 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 into 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 titflesh. 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 come 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 pricked 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 come 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 other jugs. Jism geysered forth from between them. Then the cock head sprouted out again, its red head gazed with come.

“Your 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 titflesh around the throbbing, spurting cock. Trembling with the fury of his climax, Martin sat still and pumped his come 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 come 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 TWO

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 that afternoon’s activities with Anne Roxbury.

How they had fucked! After he’d tit-fucked the girl to climax and come 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 oft 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 come 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 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 her 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 buttcheeks 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!

“Mmmmmm!” 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 in 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 cuntlips and the thick flesh-rolls of her outer pussy lips.

“That’s nice — very nice,” Jacqui murmured. It felt as if a hand were 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 devoured 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 cuntlips. They tasted hot and oily. He began to push the tongue between his aunt’s pussy lips, felt her shiver with pleasure. “Oooooooooh,” 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 come!

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 — oooooh! — good it is to have my pussy lapped!”

Martin was thinking he’d never even 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. “Ahhhhhhhh!” she gasped. Her fingernails dug into the back of her nephew’s blond head. “Eat me! Eat me till I can’t stand it anymore! Make me come! I need to come!”

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 COOOOMMMMMMMIIINNNGGGG!”

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 bone slammed him in the face so hard he saw stars. He clung on 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, soooooo 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 witch’s 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 bathwater. 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 wad 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 up to 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 choke-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-raisingly 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 in 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 up 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 your 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-juice 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 come?”

Martin nodded.

“Good! Come now — come 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 come far, far up into his aunt’s belly.

The sting of Martin’s hot come seared the nerve-ends in Jacqui’s cunt. A spark seemed to bum 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 come 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 his 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 THREE

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 wound 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 beck 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 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 titflesh with his teeth. She stepped out of her skirt and her nephew folded both hands around her rump again. His fingers of 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 button’s 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 wagged her ass. Her pussy squelched around his invading lingers.

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 come 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 big 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 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 — ahh! — camera? God, you’re big!”

“Thanks,” the youth panted. “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 eight 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 asscheeks. 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 of the floor. Then he pulled the prick noisily out of the pussy. A torrent of cunt sauce ran down her legs like lava.

“What’s the matter?” Jacqui demanded. Her voice was 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 forward and hooked them around Jacqui’s hipbones.

“Ready or not,” he said, “Here I come!”

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 asscheeks. 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 beat 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 to 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 that 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.

“Come in me, Martin,” she pleaded. “I’m ready — oh God, I’m ready! All I need is to feel your come 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 come 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 come around the bucking, thrusting, spitting prick!

The smooth demi globes 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 they 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 come bubble out around the bar of his prick and dribble down the cleft of Jacqui’s ass.

CHAPTER FOUR

For a long minute 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 asscheeks 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 cheek 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 come.

“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. Spent come leaked out of Jacqui’s still-slackened asshole. He bent down and kissed it.

The taste of his own come 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 come.

As he tongued her anus, her 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 come. Then he sat up, licking his lips. From his knees he surveyed the naked expanse of Jacqui’s back and butt.

“Hmmm,” he said. Then he hauled back and gave the woman a stinging slap across the 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 waist, 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 jump 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 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. “Wh-what are you going to do with me?” the naked, bound librarian asked her nephew quaveringly.

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 ou — OOOOOUUUUCH!”

Martin raised his hand 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 asscheeks 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. Slowly 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 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 through 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 lapful 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 any more?” Leather slapped loudly on bare flesh.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Jacqui screeched. “No — yes! I don’t know — just don’t hurt me any more!”

“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 way. 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 — aiiiieeeeee!” 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.

“Oooh,” 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!

“Aaaaaaaaaaah!” 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 up 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. “Mmmmmmmmmmm,” 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.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” 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 with 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 firehose, creaming Jacqui’s whole pussy sheath with a mighty blast of come. 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 furious-working pussy. The youth just knelt their 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 FIVE

“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 any more. 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 you 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 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 it 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 of 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 come 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 eighteen-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 they came out of the stair well. 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 a 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 so 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 triangie 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 buttcheeks, 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 captors 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. “Oooooooooh!” she moaned, as he planted the head of his cock between her snatch 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, bib 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-mmmmmmm!” 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 sensations 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.

“Mmmmmmmm! 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 agonized writhing of her nude body as Martin pulled his cock from her twat. Her breath tickled his tangy bush. The breath came out of him in a quavering sigh and then he pulled his cock out.

Conflicting feelings were in Jacqui 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 fled, 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 a foam of cunt sauce. Her put her 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, 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. “Mmmmmmmm!” she moaned around Chuck’s spewing cock.

He lowered his head and saw the white come 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, “Come in me please — come now!”

“Sacred shit!” Martin exclaimed, and did just what the brimming pussy was asking. With one surge of come 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 come felt like lava 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 come slobbering out the lips of her mouth and her pussy, she came. Oh, how she came!

Her buff 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 come 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 come ran into her nose. Droplets of jism flew as she shook her head to clear her nose. With white come 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. Come 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 come 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 SIX

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 come 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 you 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 come 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 big 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 any 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 around, it was clear she was none too stable mentally. What had started out 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.

“Yiiiaaaaiiieeeee!” 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 dick 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 come 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 hips 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 gasped 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 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 strained 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 cuntlips 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 his chair! The backwards-straining motion, with his bare feet braced 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. “Oooooooooh!”

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 hands 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 come… soon!”

He hauled back more fiercely than before. His cock head prodded into his aunt’s womb. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes! Come 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 can be. No wonder our young 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. “Come now, baby!” she cried. “Noooooow!”

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 come in Jacqui’s brimming cunt. She squealed and clenched her cunt so hard, come and cunt juice squirted out over his lap.

Then she was coming, hard and fast, with stars spinning before her eyes.

CHAPTER SEVEN

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.

“Come — your come 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 end 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 come.

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 shook 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 lips 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 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 demi globes 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 it 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 come. “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 coooommmmmmmme!”

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 come 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 come off 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 cunt 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 head 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 yellowbellied, back stabbing 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 over 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 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. “Aiiieeee!” she cried, then moaned. She had cringed from the pain of the rope cutting into her tender titflesh, 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 out 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. “Arrrggghhhh!” 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 full 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 jumprope 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 jumprope. Her pussy was being invaded by an ever-increasing length of cold, heartless metal. Mid her thighs ached from the exertion need 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 sheds. 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 surprisingly small. The cunt hair along the slit of her pussy was matted, sopping with cunt juice.

Anne let her prisoner look 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 jumprope. “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 any more.” She tugged on the rope again.

Still Jacqui held back. The noose tightened on her neck again. Anne draped the jumprope 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 any more!”

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 it 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 is pressing right up against my clit! I can hardly stand it — ahhh! Give it to me hard!”

With the cheerleader’s juicy thighs pressing in on her cheeks, and the greedy noises of the 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 come! With the jumprope 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 goooood!”

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 through 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 heat 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 motion’s 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 liked 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 of 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 EIGHT

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 come! 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 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… 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 the big-boobed, black-haired cheerleader had employed on her nephew. Anne had a store of carnal knowledge far beyond her tender years! There was something about the way she spoke and her naked, lovely body moved told Jacqui she was no more a stranger to delighting women’s 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 Chuck and Martin had first raped Jacqui that afternoon. They were big ones, with a heavy bar an 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 bounced 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 too — 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.

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 that 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 hurting with ecstasy.

“Eat me! Suck my pussy good!” she cried happily. “You know how to do it, baby! Oh God, I’m about to come — 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 — AAIIIIEEEEEEEE!”

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 come 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 a 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 lapping 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.

CHAPTER NINE

Chuck let his breath out in a long exhalation. “Hoooooo boy,” he breathed. 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.

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.

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 the 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 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. 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 Chuck’s 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 assflesh 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 butthole.

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 heat 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 dry walled ass didn’t reach her stunned, horrified brain. The pain from her 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 as paper, Jacqui worked her jaws as though chewing the plea she couldn’t find the voice for; no, no — no! Every muscle 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 hissing, 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 asscheeks, 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 come 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 baffler. Martin Reinhard pumped two more slugs into the twisting body from Chuck’s before the dog fell back to lie in a spreading crimson stain on the carpet.

“All right, you Goddamned shits!” Martin snarled, menacing his former captors with the pistol. They shrank away from them. Anne’s big boobs heaved with 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 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 hairy 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 very base of the trembling prick. Yes. The 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 ones 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!”

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