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CHAPTER FIVE

The big, black-haired cunt of Jayne Bowers squelched down on the diminutive but very active cunt of her niece, and Jayne took the lead in rubbing them hotly together. She had expertly twined her legs through those of her niece to bring their orgasming cunts into closest intimacy, and now as she fucked and humped and came with her niece, hot words blurted out of her mouth in her wild excitement.

"My God, you're a hot little bitch! Urrrrgh! Cum with me! Harder, dammit! Uh! Uh! Uh! Yes, darling, that's right! Oh, shit, this's good! OH! We oughta be using a dildo! OH-H-HH! I'm cumming like crazy, and you haven't even sucked on my cunt yet! Oh! Heaven! I may never go back to Oregon! Oh! Oh, yes, darling, yes! More!"

Barbara Jean couldn't give any more, or take any more. The extent of her orgasm had been such that she fainted dead away, leaving Jayne by herself to eke out another climax by rubbing her squelching cunt on that of her lifeless niece.

It took Jayne several minutes to recover. She was immeasurably pleased with her niece's progress with sexual pleasures. Now she could look forward to two-fold pleasures for herself during the last week of her vacation. Although she liked a girl in bed now and then, she had never lived in the same house with one for any time. Barbara Jean, so sweet and innocent and willing to learn, would be an ideal companion for the next week, if Jim didn't get in their way too much. Jayne gave her sleeping niece a sponge bath, with a warm wash cloth, put a light cover over her, and went to her room to take a nap.

Howard Denton came puffing and panting up to the back of the Iron Door and knocked on it loudly, then looked surreptitiously around him to make sure his wife hadn't followed him. That was unlikely, since she'd seemed perfectly content to stay at Howard's sister's house with the dog, while Howard did his jogging. He was wearing the new jogging suit he'd bought in town, and it was darkly stained from his perspiration. It was also bulged out in the front because of the half hard condition of his cock, a condition he attributed more to Dottie than to his exercise program or his having given up smoking and drinking several days before. Now he could hardly wait to see the woman he had so hopelessly fallen in love with, and he knocked again at her door.

Dottie was almost as anxious to see Howard, but she took pains not to show it. She waited, just inside the door, until he had knocked three times, and then she put a very bored look on her face and opened it wide.

"Jesus Christ, just look at you!" Howard said. "Every time I see you, you turn me on a little bit more. Don't move, please don't move a muscle till I get down on my knees and eat your gorgeous cunt!" Howard said, frozen at the bottom of the steps.

Dottie looked down at herself with studied disinterest. She had spiked heels on her feet, and she was wearing a transparent black and red shortie nightie set which she'd purchased the afternoon before for her morning meeting with Howard. She had bathed and powdered and shaved herself, put on make-up, and set her hair that morning. In her hand she carried a long-handled plastic scrub brush, and with this she gestured at herself and said, "What, this nightie? It's just something I found in the back of one of my drawers. You caught me in bed. Come on in."

Howard tried to grab Dottie's tits, clearly to be seen though the sheer nightie, as he went though the doorway. She batted his hands away with the brush, saying, "I don't have time for that kind of crap! I've got work to do before I can open this place up for the day."

"Baby!" he said, and held his hands up as if praying. "Don't be mean to me. I'll do your work for you. Hell, that's what I'm here for, so you won't get your pretty hands all dirty! But don't you think I oughta get one little kiss before I begin?"

She sighed and said, "Y'know, you're sick. You're some kind of pervert. You're a sex degenerate. Is that all you ever think about, sex?"

"That's all I think about since I met you, pretty lady. I got a million dollar business back home, with twenty employees tryin' to call me at Jayne's house every day, and I'm such a no-good sex pervert I gotta run over here every day for a good morning kiss. Can I have it now? Pretty please?"

"Oh, I suppose," Dottie said, and placed one foot on top of a beer keg.

Howard immediately got down on his knees and started kissing her everywhere he could between her legs. He had his hands tightly locked behind his back. His kisses were filled with ardor and his jock strap was filled with hard cock. It wasn't a bad situation for Dottie. She'd had her fill of pushy men, but this one was anything but pushy. And he had lots of money, and he lived in a mansion back east. And he would die to please her, and she was starting to get used to the pleasures he brought her each morning and night.

"You're getting the crotch of my panties all wet with your stupid kisses!" she angrily said. He was also getting her cunt nice and wet.

"Pull it aside for me! Please, angel woman, please let me kiss you right on your angel cunt!"

"Honestly, Howard, you're impossible. Next thing you'll want to do is fuck me before you even get started helping me with my work," she said, with great exasperation, and pulled aside the crotchband of her panties.

Howard's tongue was up in her slit right away, slashing and lashing through flesh which completely infatuated him. He placed heavy, suctioning kisses all through her long, fleshy slit, kissed the fingers that stretched her crotchband aside, and went back to work on her cunt with his tongue. It wasn't a woman and it wasn't Jayne Bowers down there, but it was enough to thrill Dottie to the core. She didn't let on. She closed her eyes and pictured herself in Howard's New Jersey mansion, in bed between Howard and Jayne, with a cunning French maid to bring them a champagne breakfast and then take care of Howard while she and Jayne went sixty-nine with each other. She thought about Howard eating her asshole while Jayne fucked her with a dildo and that, and Howard's hot kisses, made her cum in the back room of her sleazy beer bar. Her nipples got stiff and the sweat broke out in her armpits, her cunt exploded in glorious fashion, and she scratched Howard's back with the stiff-bristled brush and said, "That's enough. I've got work to do."

"I'll do it all for you!" Howard said, when she'd succeeded in taking her beautifully tingling cunt from his face. "I know how you like it done now. You just sit back and take it easy and let me look at your gorgeous body while I work."

"I am sort of tired after the workout you gave me last night."

In his jubilance, he tried to kiss her. She shoved him away with the brush, saying, "Phew! You smell sweaty. Take off those things before you start to work. And make sure the door is locked."

Howard tore off his jogging suit and shoes and flexed his muscles for her. "I lost ten pounds this week!"

She poked at his cock, up hard and sticking halfway out of his jock, and said, "You haven't lost any weight there, big boy."

Dottie crawled up on the pool table and stretched out on it. Howard went to work behind the bar, washing glasses and mirrors, cleaning the tap, and beaming smiles at the red-haired, near naked woman who lounged about so lasciviously. She knew how to do it. She'd been a stripper once, and she knew how to show off her body, and she enjoyed doing it. It helped her to return to the daydream where she was in bed in the mansion with Jayne and Howard, with the subservient little French maid there to fill in any gaps in the sensuous pleasures which Dottie so richly deserved.

"How's your wife?" Dottie said, softly writhing about on her back, warmly massaging her tits.

"She's okay," Howard said. His gaze never left the red-haired vixen on the pool table as she spread her long legs and luxuriously rubbed at her crotch, while he swabbed down the bar and started mopping the floor. "I've made up my mind to ask her for that divorce."

"Oh, yeah? Clean the rest rooms," said Dottie, though she'd just about had an orgasm at hearing the news that Howard might be completely in her grasp very soon. She deserved to live the good life. She'd worked hard and fucked a lot of men, and women, too, and all it had gotten her was a crummy beer bar in wet, muddy Oregon. It was really a thrill to have such a powerful man, a giant in the flower industry, completely under her spell. She pulled aside the crotchband of her panties and inserted her middle finger deep in her cunt, looking forward to a wonderful future as she slowly and sensually finger-fucked herself.

"I'm all done in the… Oh, my God!" Howard said as he came out of the men's room. He stopped in his tracks to gape at the sexiest woman in the world, his woman, all splayed out on the pool table and doing her best to please him.

He knew very well she was getting a kick out of playing with herself like that. Hers was a cunt that needed almost constant attention, especially when he was nearby. But the real reason she was slipping and sliding her finger in and out of her cunt was to make him so horny he'd fuck her black and blue. What a woman! He would do absolutely anything; he'd really become a millionaire if he could have her all the time.

"Darling Dottie! Angel woman! Please let me do that for you! Please!"

"Huh? Oh, you're back." Her quaking and quivering buttocks were up off the pool table as her hips thrust up at the finger that squelched in her cunt. "You can take my – ahh-h-h! – panties off for me, but don't touch me with your dirty hands. Oh! Oh, this feels so good I can't quit!"

He used his teeth to remove her panties, not his hands, and she didn't quit finger-fucking herself as he laid her loins bare. Neither did she stop in her wonderfully lewd masturbation while Howard licked and kissed all around through her crotch. The heat was fully upon him then as he said, "Baby, let me have you now! Let me fuck you! I'll do anything!"

"You'll eat me, and eat me good!" she said, and taking her very wet finger out of her cunt, she grasped the plastic brush at both ends and clamped it against the back of Howard's neck, yanking his face very forcefully up against her heavily orgasming cunt. He stayed right with her there all through her orgasmic gyrations, following each of this with a most avid gaze as her tits lolled about and she thrashed and churned on the pool table.

When at last she collapsed with a sigh, Howard tried to mount her right there. She hit him one with the brush and reminded him he hadn't yet cleaned her apartment or done her laundry.

She strolled about, sipping from a can of beer, displaying her very voluptuous body, while Howard vacuumed and cleaned and ogled her. She posed and postured on the sofa, where he could see her as he washed her underwear in her bathroom sink. All he had on was his jock strap, which failed to contain all of his thick, stiff cook. All she had on was her heels and the top of her nightie, and thus he could see almost all of her tits and every bit of her gorgeous cunt.

He reported he was finished with her work. She told him to take a shower, and while he was in her stall shower, still able to see her through her open bathroom door, she got up and sauntered into the bathroom with him.

She perched one of her buttocks up on the rim of the sink, giving him a good shot of her cunt, and she said, "Did you wash your cock good? You did? Well, do it again."

He looked at her mournfully as he worked up a rich lather on his cock and balls. He said, "Baby, don't make me do this! You got me so hot I'm liable to shoot any second!"

She shrugged and started rubbing her cunt, saying, "Go ahead. I'm used to living all alone, and taking care of things myself."

"I'm gonna change all that! You're gonna be my wife!" he exclaimed, lunging out of the shower, following his dripping cock as it led him to lunge itself up into Dottie's well oiled cunt.

"I'm cumming already! I can't help it!" he cried.

"Well, you'd better cum a lot!" she yelled back at him, "'cause you're not going to leave me high and dry. Cum, damn you! Cum, cum, CUM!" she shouted, whacking his thrusting buttocks until at last the brush broke in two, and the peak of another fantastic orgasm with Jayne Bowers' brother broke within Dottie.

Jim Denton parked his sister's car in the driveway that afternoon and hurried right to his Aunt Jayne's room. His entrance awakened her and she sat up, stretching and smiling, looking perfectly lovely in the tiny red robe that, barely came down to her hips. He looked pretty good to her, especially with the hard little bulge in his pants.

"Did you have a good time in the forest, Jim? Did you learn anything from those books?"

"I sure did! More than two people can do it at the same time! And there's lots more ways to do it than the ones you've shown me so far! Great books, and I didn't even jerk off once!"

"Oh, really?" she said. "Bolt the door and take a shower and tell me all about it."

He undressed right there. It was clear from the state of his healthy cock that he'd told the truth, and hadn't abused himself while reading the wonderfully hot sex books in the forest. And it was clear to his aunt that she'd have to dispense with her favors more judiciously if she was to keep up with the growing appetites of the two teenagers with whom she would share this house for the next week.

The sight that greeted Jim as he came hurrying out of the bathroom was that of his aunt, still on the bed, stretched out on her stomach with her legs comfortably parted and with the symmetrical hillocks of her asscheeks looking alabaster white in comparison to the red of her robe. He was watching her there as he came around the bed and sat down on it. He kept looking up from her smiling face to her beautiful white ass as he sat cross-legged before her, enthusiastically telling her of what he had learned while she blew her warm breath against his stiff-standing cock and his tight sac of balls.

His cock had grown in just the past week. It looked to be almost five inches long now, and even then it looked as if it was trying to grow still more, for its stiffness was such that its knob reached well out of its foreskin, and the skin around its shaft was so tight it was drawing up his balls. Although his cock still had only a charmingly meager amount of hair around its base, and although it showed no ropy blue veins, it was taking on the dimensions of real man's cock. Jayne was quite smugly proud of herself for helping in this regard.

She blew once again on his cock. In the middle of a sentence, he caught in his breath and went on. A drop of crystal clear pre-seminal fluid was forming at the tip of his cock. Jayne only had to inch forward a bit to reach it with the tip of her tongue, while Jim nervously rubbed at his naked thighs and said, "Can't I tell you about it while we're fucking?"

"One thing at a time. We'll get to that," said Jayne, softly and rhythmically drumming her bare heels against her bare buttocks, making those lovely round globes gently jiggle and jounce. Looking at his Aunt Jayne's ass, and feeling her breath on his cock, Jim frequently lost his place in his excited explanation about sexual matters. Now he was further distracted in his narrative as Jayne reached back and began softly massaging her ass.

Her buttocks were firm and pliable. Their velvety smooth texture was slowly being suffused with a faint glow of pink under her sensuously moving hand. She breathed a deep sigh as she slid her middle finger down through the deep crack between her asscheeks, and she softly wriggled and giggled as that finger reached a spot where it tarried to delve a bit deeper. By then she was almost audibly purring, and very softly writhing her belly and tits and cunt against the bed.

"You were saying, Jim?" she said.

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Uh, what was it I was saying? And, uh, what is it you're doing back there?"

"Just playing. Just feeling nice. You wouldn't feel like helping me feel nice, would you?"

"Auntie Jayne, I always like to help you feel nice! What is it you want me to do?"

"Go in the bathroom. Get the Vaseline out of the medicine chest. Then come back and sit down by my side and go on explaining about sex to me."

The jar of Vaseline felt out of place in his hand. He changed it from one hand to the other as he sat beside his prone aunt, gazing raptly down at her hand as it squeezed and kneaded the perfect twin mounds of her buttocks. He kept forgetting what he was saying, and finally he stopped talking altogether and just sat there gaping at his aunt's very beautiful ass.

She parted her buttocks quite widely with her fingers. Leaning over her, he could breathe in the rising perfume from her cunt, and he could see the tuft of sweet black hair nested between her thighs, and also the little pink ring of her asshole.

She said, "Jim, be a dear and put some of that Vaseline on me, right there on my bum-hole."

He opened the jar and stuck his finger in the goo. He very gingerly touched that finger to his aunt's asshole, and a hot shiver ran through his body at the way she sighed and arched her hips back.

"Ooo," she said, as he carefully anointed the puckered lips of her hole, "that feels so nice."

"Does it? Really?" he said, drawing concentrically smaller circles with his finger, closely watching its every movement between her superbly shaped buttocks.

"Mmm-m-m. Feels divine," she replied, and she spread her legs wider, and she tilted her hips back again, just as the point of his finger was at the center of her nether hole.

"Oh, you darling! That does feel nice!" said Jayne, as the first joint of his finger slipped into her asshole.

"It does?" His own asshole cringed shut as he eased his slippery finger out of his aunt's asshole and back into it once more.

"Yes, it does!" she said, and sighed very deeply as she reached back and grasped his hand to help him insert the full length of his finger into her very receptive asshole. "Ahh-h-h-h-h-h!"

She only had to help him put it in and take it out a few times before he could do it all by himself. Then Jayne settled down with her chin on her folded hands, softly squirming and moving her hips as her nephew slowly and thoroughly finger-fucked her bum-hole.

"Mmm-m-m," she said. "That feels so nice I could almost cum."

"Yeah? Really?" said Jim, adding some rotation to his slowly pistoning finger.

"Mm-hm-m. I bet I could, if I had something just a little bit thicker and longer than your sweet finger."

Jim looked down at his cock, and it seemed to be looking up at him though its sightless eye as it reached up from his loins like an eager youth volunteering for an adventure into the darkest unknown.

He said, "Could I..? What if I…?"

"What if you put some Vaseline on your cock and gave me a good, hard butt-fucking?" said his aunt.

By that time her asshole was craving, and Jayne kept the craving alive with her finger while Jim excitedly smeared the goo on his cock. He got between her legs on his knees. She raised up on her knees and presented him with an excellent target.

"It's too tight! You're too tight! I won't fit!" he protested.

In answer, she reached back between her legs and took hold of his balls, and sighed very loudly as she drew the full length of his fine, hard cock through the ring of her asshole.

"Oh! Oh, Auntie Jayne! It's so tight and so hot!" Jim cried, pistoning fast with his cock in her asshole.

"Yes, isn't it lovely! Darling, you're already started me cumming! How I love to have you fuck me! Jim darling, how I love to have you make me cum!!!" "I'm cumming, too! I can't hold it back! Oh! so much! Ah! It's still squirting out in you, auntie Jayne!"

"Nobody makes me cum as hard as you do, Jim!" Jayne shouted, as torrent of hot jism spurted and gushed from his fast pumping cock and into her wildly contorting and clutching asshole. "You make me feel like a real, real woman!"