"Depraved aunt" - читать интересную книгу автора (Milner Jerry)

CHAPTER SEVEN

When Carole awoke in her mother's bed in the morning, she found she'd been rendered quite helpless. Ellen had done it to her sometime during the night. Working very carefully, and taking advantage of Carole's weariness, Ellen had bound her hand and foot. Nylon stockings had been used to tie Carole's ankles to a broomstick, so that her feet were about a yard apart. And, while Carole was sleeping on her stomach, Ellen had similarly bound her wrists to another broomstick, some two feet apart behind her back.

With a great deal of effort, Carole could roll herself over on the bed. From there she was able to inch herself to the edge of the bed, sit up, and then stand up. But merely standing up by herself was a very precarious proposition, and taking a few waddling steps was extremely difficult. Ellen calmly sat and smoked a cigarette while she watched her daughter roll over on the bed and get to her feet, and finally topple to the floor, cursing and screaming. Then Ellen hauled Carole to her feet, helped her into the bathroom, and pushed her on into the shower. Ellen's trussing up job had been very good. Carole was as helpless – and as angry – as ever when Ellen dried her off, waddled her back to the bedroom, and flopped her down on the bed.

"I know what you're up to and it's not going to work!" Carole said. "You're going to keep me prisoner here till I forget about Tony. Well, I love her and I'll never forget about her, so there!"

"I'll get you some breakfast," Ellen said, and left her daughter to her futile strugglings and shoutings.

She made a mess of Ellen's bedroom while Ellen was gone. She got to her feet again, knocked things off Ellen's vanity table, knocked the phone off the hook, and generally trashed the room as well as she could in her bound up position. Ellen fed her and put her back an the bed face down, and kept her that way while she righted the bedroom mess and telephoned Jim. He said he'd be right over, and Ellen made Carole even more helpless while she waited for her nephew's arrival.

Jim got there very quickly, was met at the door by his aunt, wearing panties and bra. He quickly started taking off his clothes. "I hope you're feeling good and horny today," Ellen said, and snapped her fingers.

"I had ten hours sleep and my cock's been hard ever since I woke up this morning," the pinning boy said, and got down on his knees and pressed his warm kisses all over the satin-pantied crotch of his aunt.

"I'd like to have more of your mouth on my cunt, but I have a guest in my room who needs your full attention," she told him. "Come with me."

Jim's jaw dropped a foot when he saw what was waiting for him on the bed. He had always thought his cousin Carole was just about the prettiest girl he had ever seen, and he'd never even seen her naked. And he'd certainly never thought he would see her like this, with her knees and her face and her tits on the bed, and with her lovely young ass up high in the air. It had been quite a struggle, but Ellen had forced the broomstick holding Carole's wrists down under her hips. Now the broomstick was securely lodged behind Carole's knees and her arms were drawn down by her sides. Her knees and her feet, widely spaced by the other broomstick, kept her from toppling over to either side and held her invitingly tender young ass raised high in the air. Jim was all wide-eyed and grinning and rubbing his very stiff cock as he approached the bed. Carole was back to her cursing and shouting.

"Ellen, get him out of here! What the…? You two are lovers! If you can have your own nephew, why can't I have Tony? Mother, keep him away from me! Ellen, don't let him touch me!"

"Pay no attention to her, Jim," said Ellen. "Just do anything you want with her."

Jim already had his hands on her. He couldn't speak in his astounded delight and he couldn't hear any of Carole's protests, for she looked and she felt too good to think about anything else.

The skin of her ass was as smooth as attn. She was young and firm and completely without a wrinkle or sag or blemish back there, and now with her ass poking up in the air, the skin of her bottom was drawn even tauter. Kneeling beside her on the bed, Jim ran his hands all over her ass and in the deep, curving groove between her asscheeks. She was still cursing and screaming at him, the knob of his cock was brushing against her hip, but all he cared about was caressing her upturned us and playing about in the groove that led down to her golden-furred aunt.

"I can really do anything I want with her?" Jim asked.

"Anything at all," said his aunt. "And I'd be glad to help."

"Would you toss me the Vaseline jar?" he said, and Ellen quickly obliged him.

Carole couldn't see what her cousin was doing behind her, but she didn't like the mound of that Vaseline. She knew she was in for a cruel ordeal, and she knew she'd be able to stand it by thinking only of Tony. Tony had told her when she'd taken up the lesbian way of life that she would have to suffer now. She would suffer in silence, but she wouldn't change her ways in any manner.

"What are you doing?" Carole cried as she felt Jim's fingers all slippery and slimy, poking and probing around her very exposed whole. "Jim, don't do that to me! Eek! Mother, stop him!"

Jim just giggled and pushed his Vaselined index finger through the squirming tight ring of his cousin's asshole. Right from the start he'd invaded her utmost privacy, that part of her body that even Tony didn't touch. Carole squirmed and thrashed about in every direction, all to no avail whatsoever as Jim's incredibly long, disgustingly thick, slick finger was screwed in and out of her ass.

The pain was terrible. She shouted herself breathless and clutched futilely at the empty air, and feelings of outrage and anger gave way to shame and contempt for herself for being in this position at all. She screamed and twisted and strained to expel that awful wedge in her asshole, then quickly gave way to loud sobbings and copious tears.

Jim stopped with his finger deep in her hole, and said, "Gee, I don't want to hurt her."

"She's just making a fuss over nothing," Ellen assured him. "One little finger can't cause that much pain. You should know, that, Jim dear. Go ahead and have your fun. She's an right."

"I'm not!" Carole wailed, and returned to her sobbing, though now the pain wasn't so fierce. It was a matter of relaxing, going with it, not fighting it. By keeping very calm and thinking of Tony, she found that she could banish the pain completely.

But the disgust, the humiliation was still there. The tears still flowed, quietly now, as Carole's moron cousin slowly fingerfucked her ass. She had expected worse. She had expected him to shove his dirty cock in her cunt, and with this as the lesser evil, she found she could better tolerate it. And as the fool slid his finger through her asshole for what seemed like the fiftieth time, Carole found the sensation could be almost pleasant, if she relaxed.

Ellen was kneeling beside Jim, simultaneously petting his naked buttocks and moving the swollen red end of his cock against Carole's nearest buttock. Watching him screw his finger through Carole's tightly clinging hole, she said, "Darling, why didn't you ever do that to me?"

"I guess 'cause you never asked me, Aunt Ellen. You know I always do just what you say."

"When and if Carole ever goes on her way, we might have a day when you're the boss and I'm the willing sex slave," Ellen said, and kissed her nephew with such warm ardor that he momentarily forgot about the fascinating young ass he'd been fingering.

Carole didn't forget about it. The moment Jim's finger slipped out to reach for his aunt, an irritating little burning sensation began in her asshole. It wasn't much at all at first, but as the pair behind her got more deeply involved in their kiss, Carole began to wonder if Jim had used Vaseline or Vicks on his finger. She squirmed her hips and clenched her sphincter to relieve it, and that didn't help at all. If anything it made the itch worse, and now it had spread to a second nasty little itch in her cunt.

She clawed at the air again, again in vain. She wriggled and squirmed and made matters a little worse, and then she snapped, "Well, if you're going to torture me, then stop fooling around and just do it!"

They giggled and whispered behind her. She heard them kissing again. She wished she could blurt out an enormous fart at them, but then even this avenue of defiance was deprived her as she felt Jim's finger touch her burning asshole again.

"Oo, that'll be tight!" Ellen murmured.

"Yeah!" Jim said.

Carole then realized what he was doing, and shrieked, "Jim, no! Your cock's just too big!"

Carole had seen it when he came in, though she'd tried not to look at it. And now she was feeling its size, which had to be immense, for he was holding onto her hips very hard and pushing just as hard with his cock at her well buttered asshole. "Don't!" she cried again, tightening up with all her might, and then screaming against the bedspread as the knob of his cock popped in through her asshole.

At least the itching was gone. In its place was the fearful feeling of being stretched to the limit. There was very little pain. As before, with his finger, that quickly disappeared when Carole made herself relax. But there was still that awful stretched feeling, and now it reminded her of how she'd felt when Tony had first pushed a dildo inside her cunt.

"Tony, where are you?" Carole muttered against the bedspread. She had tried and almost succeeded in dialing Tony's number on the telephone when she'd managed to get up from the bed. Now all she thought of was her lesbian lover as her bastardly cousin shoved his thick cock in and out of her ass. The thought of Tony comforted Carole, soothed her, and she smiled against the bedspread as Jim kept steadily fucking her in the ass. She felt she could have completely ignored Jim's cock if it hadn't been so very warm.

"I think she's starting to like it," Ellen whispered. "Se how she's moving her hips?"

"Man I can feel how she's moving 'em! And is she ever tight!"

Absorbed in her thoughts about Tony, Carole let them do as they would with her, and if this was the worst they could do, she could handle it tine. What they thought was torture was truly a lovely massage, made all the more lovely by the way she was secretly rubbing her tits on the bedspread. Her nipples were stiff as could be, made that way by her thoughts of Tony sucking her, fucking her, making her beg for more, and then making her cum as if there was no tomorrow. Those thoughts made her pant with passion, male her gyrate her hips all about and feel Jim's hard cock slipping into her there from every direction. She didn't give a damn how long he fucked her like that. She could put up with anything as long as she knew she'd someday get back to Tony and her hands and her tongue and her tits and her lovely cunt.

"Gotta stop for a second, or I'll cum," Jim panted.

"Well, come on!" Carole said, gyrating her ass more defiantly still, daring him on.

"Give it to her," said Ellen, and Jim started fucking his cousin good and hard.

At first it was shockingly hard to Carole. His hard loins were buffeting against her soft and vulnerable ass, and his testicles were slapping up against her cunt. His fingers were now digging fiercely into her hips, and above all, his cock was sliding and flying and pistoning in and out through her asshole so fast and hard it was building up frictional heat.

The heat made her asscheeks glow, and it spread on down to her cunt, reviving that nasty little itch she'd felt there before. And, that itch in turn sent a message back to her asshole, and now in spite of the terrific rubbing it was getting, the itch threatened to get put of control.

Her hard nipples rasped against the bedspread, but not hard enough. She twisted her wrists against the broomsticks, fully aware that she couldn't break loose and scratch her maddeningly itching cunt, but trying nevertheless. She twisted and turned her hips in a fury of action, seeking any new way she could find to relieve the nearly explosive itching there, and just as she'd almost found that way, her damnable, torturing cousin stopped fucking her like he should and simply hauled back on her hips and drove his cock all the way into her guts.

"Oh! Jeepers! Aunt Ellen, I'm really creamin'!" he said, loins jammed against Carole's butts, cock head spurting jism deep inside her.

"You bastard! You bastard!" Carole shouted, sweating now in her anger and wriggling in every direction, but unable to tear her hips from his hands, and distinctly feeling the hairy base of his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her asshole.

"She's had enough for now. Pull out, wash up, and rest for a while," Ellen said. Carole contained her screams of protest as the full length of Jim's cock, still good and hard, was slowly withdrawn from her asshole, leaving it tingling and hot and exhausted and silently begging for more.

Ellen thrashed all about on the bed but couldn't even get out of her face-down, knees-out position. She hurled threats and curses after her mother and cousin, but they'd left her quite alone. She looked at the phone, so very close, but if she could have freed one of her hands, she would have first reached for her cunt, then her asshole, and then the phone to call Tony for help.

Her asshole tingled and itched with a maddening passion. Far worse than that, her cunt was full to the brim with its juices and burning with tire, and she couldn't even close her legs on it! The only itching she could relieve was that in her tits, and rubbing them against the bedspread helped keep the itching alive in her crotch. She was too angry to weep at her plight, too frustrated to stop shifting and squirming around, and too securely bound by her hateful mother to move. Carole tried to calm herself with thoughts of Tony, but that only made matters worse. She tried to build up an anger that would make her burst her bonds, but all that served to do was weaken her arms and legs and make the itching go on unabated. It was probably fifteen minutes, but it seemed like at least an hour before they returned.

Carole took a good look at Jim's cock now, hating what she saw. It was up hard and menacing again, a good five or six inches of hard male muscle, which Ellen freely stroked and pulled while she and Jim kissed in the bedroom doorway.

Ellen then took Jim's hand and led him on to her bed. She got up on her knees beside Carole and led Jim on by his cock until he was kneeling between Carole's outspread thighs. She reached between Carole's thighs, and parted the hairy lips of her cunt.

"She's nice and wet, Jim," Ellen reported. "Her cunt's all ready and waiting for your cock."

"I hate you both!" Carole said. "And I hate his dirty cock!"

Ellen introduced Jim's cock to Carole's cunt. Carole squeezed down with her cuntal muscles, but they were no match at all for the hard, pushing cock of the determined and horny young man. Though Carole fought to resist it, though she silently prayed to Tony to make the boy's cock disappear, it shoved its way inside her, terrifically hard and almost unbearably hot.

Jim fucked her with a steady, regular rhythm, holding onto her hips, and saying, "She sure is nice and tight. Nice and wet and warm, too. Aunt Ellen, I sure do appreciate this."

"It's quite a sacrifice for me to turn your cock over to her," Ellen said, "but she needs lots of fucking and you the one to give it to her."

The regular thrusts of Jim's hard cock non had Carole seeing stars. She tried to tell herself it was because she was almost standing on her head, but she knew very well it was from the friction and heat of his cock driving deep in her cunt. The sensations were more than just pleasant. She had to admit that, too. She kept telling herself that being fucked by Tony's dildo was better than this, but very soon the sensations turned her mind into a blank. All that mattered was that her cunt was getting the friction it so badly needed. All that mattered was that she was getting fucked. It didn't matter if it was two fingers or a Coke bottle or Tony's dude or even Jim's cock. She was finally getting fucked, and it was glorious. She bit hex lip to keep from crying out in her glorious pleasures. She tried to hold her ass still, but she couldn't. The thing in her clit, wonderfully hot and hard and constantly moving, was banishing all her troubles and making her feel good all over. She secretly enjoyed all she wanted of it until she heard him groaning and moaning, felt his hands tighten their hold on her hips, and felt the throbbing and pulsing of his plunging cock, and the hot lava bathing her deep inside.

It left her very pleasantly exhausted. She didn't try to help them or to fight them as they worked the broomstick up over her ass and rolled her over on her back again. She dozed off, then awakened when she felt Ellen washing her crotch with a warm cloth.

"I hate you both," Carole murmured, and dropped off to sleep.