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CASE HISTORY ONE

Case subject: Bobby T.

Age: 15

Sexual History: The son of a small town merchant and a socially ambitious mother, Bobby T. was pushed by his parents to try and date only daughters from the wealthiest families in town. Because of his prowess in sports he was accepted to a point. But because of his social standing was rejected by most of the girls. His attempt to have sex with the more sophisticated, wealthier girls ended disastrously. In desperation, he poured out his problems to his aunt, and later his grandmother. Both older women seduced him. He found sexual happiness with them.

ANALYST: Do you have sexual relations with your own aunt?

BOBBY: Yeah. I fuck her almost every day. She's got a big cunt and craves a lot of meat.

A: And you also have sexual relations with your own grandmother?

B: Oh sure. She's a great fuck. All that gray hair around her pussy sure turns me on.

A: Do you date girls your own age?

B: Not anymore.

A: You did date girls your own age then?

B: Yeah. Not because I wanted to. My old lady is one of those social climbers. Always after me to go out with the cunts from the wealthier families, and I did just to please her.

A: But you didn't enjoy dating girls from a wealthier class?

B: Hell no! They made me feel like dirt. Like I wasn't good enough for them.

A: Did you try to date girls from your own class?

B: Yeah but my old lady would throw a fit.

A: Did you try to have sexual relations with these girls?

B: Sure, they expected me to stick it in. But they were so Goddammed dirty, they made me throw up. I couldn't even get a bone on with them.

A: You found yourself impotent with them. Why?

B: I don't know. They just turned me off.

A: There must have been a reason.

B: Oh, they'd talk about money all the time. How they were going to Europe for the summer, or going on a cruise, or their old man taking them out in a yacht. Shit, I felt cheap and miserable.

A: You felt inferior.

B: I guess you could put it that way. I felt sore, angry.

A: With the girls?

B: Naw. Those dumb shits weren't bright enough for me to feel sore about. I hated my old lady for pushing me at them.

A: And filled with anger, you couldn't perform sexually.

B: That's about it.

A: What did you do?

B: For a while, I didn't do anything. But things got bad for me. My grades at school went down, and my old lady was always after me.

A: Did you masturbate during this period?

B: I tried to jack off but I couldn't milk out any cream. I felt miserable.

A: Is that when you turned to your aunt?

B: I didn't exactly turn to her. It all came about by accident.

A: Tell me about it.

BOBBY: It all began the day I had to date a real dumb shit of a girl. Her old man owned a big car agency, and had a snootful of dough. My old lady was after me to date her for months. She wanted to get in good with the girl's mother. After taking a lot of nagging, I finally gave in. She was my age, about fifteen, but had been fucked before. Several guys I know who dated her told me she was a lousy lay. At any rate, I took her to a drive-in movie and started fooling around. She was wearing a mini and so it was no problem sliding my hand up her leg and feeling her snatch. It was all wet.

"Are you going to fuck me or just fool around?" she asked. Clearly, I was too slow for her.

"Sure, sure," I replied, quickly. "I'll screw you. What gave you the idea I wouldn't cock your cunt?"

"From the way you just fool around," she replied, coldly. "Most men who date me get right to the point without all this bullshitting around. Are you going to give me cock, or not?"

"Here?" I asked, startled. "In the movie? Aren't you afraid people will see you?"

She looked at me in a cold, superior way. "You are dumb aren't you?" she asked.

I sounded defensive. "What are you talking about?" I demanded to know. "Dumb about what?"

"About the way a girl likes to get dicked," she said in a contained voice. "Don't you know it turns on a girl like me to be watched? I love to have an audience. My mom is the same way. Dad has to call in men friends to come watch as he fucks Mom. She gets real excited to have other men watch. And so do I."

That statement almost floored me. The last thing I wanted was someone watching me while I boned a girl. I had always associated sex with privacy. And this dumb twat from a rich family wanted to be gawked at while she got her cunt drilled out. She disgusted me. My cock-bone went limp almost immediately.

"Well?" she kept asking. "Is it going to be here in the car or not? That old guy in the next car keeps looking at us. It'll turn him on to watch us fuck. Bet he sits in his car and jacks off."

I became angry. "I don't care whether or not the old fart jacks off or not. I'm not used to being stared at while I fuck."

"Don't be such an old maid," she retorted. "You sit still, and I'll straddle you. The old guy will be able to see me heave back and forth. I'll let my tits spill through my blouse. The way they swing back and forth will turn him on but good. And while you're dicking me, I'll scream out about getting myself fucked. It'll be good fun, and exciting too."

I shook my head. "Horseshit on that," I exclaimed. "I don't need an audience, and don't want one." I tried to reason with her. "Suppose I just go down on your cunt the way I saw my dad do to my mom?"

"No way," she replied. "Tongue is okay for a starter. But I want something stiff up my cunt to end up with. Either you fuck me right here and now, or not at all. And I'll never date you again. And neither will anyone of my girl friends." She folded her arms. "What's it going to be Buster?"

"Okay, okay," I mumbled. I didn't want to be blackballed by all the cunts in my class at school. My old lady would get sore at me.

In an almost vicious way, she reached down, unzipped my fly, and yanked out the dick. Its limpid state rather surprised her.

"Don't I turn you on, or are you some kind of fairy?" she asked. "You haven't even got a good-sized bone on."

"It's up to you to get it up," I replied. "If you want me to fuck you, go down on me." A bit of mouth action always straightens it up.

She looked puzzled. "The old guys I fuck have to have mouth play. But all the kids from my class already are boned up. Something must be wrong with you," she said looking at me in a cold and suspicious way.

"Just go down on me and don't ask too many questions," I told her with cold anger. "So far you haven't even showed me your cunt."

She looked relieved. "Oh you're the kind that has to look to get turned on. Okay," she said pleasantly, "have a look. And if you want to kiss it, I won't object. But don't get carried away with tongue. Tantalize me, and lick it up a bit. Then, when I'm really wet, I'll straddle you and pump out a fuck."

"Don't be so Goddamned impatient," I said, angrily. "I love to smell hot cunt."

She took hold of the hem of her mini and pulled it up to her waist. Then, wriggling a bit, she managed to push down her panties and expose bare ass. It was kind of dark in the car of course, and so I slid my hand over the bush. To my surprise, she hardly had any hair. That kind of turned me off, too. I had always associated a good cunt with a lot of hair. My mother had a lot of hair around her box.

Throwing her legs wide apart, she said in a loud voice, "Eat me. Eat my cunt. Come on, roll that hot, wet tongue over my pussy, and don't stop until I give the word."

She was talking in a real loud voice, and I know it was for the benefit of the old guy in the next car. He kept ogling over at us, and trying to see inside. I knew he could lip read from the slow and careful way she mouthed each word. She was spelling it out by him. She really was a perverse cunt I was thinking. At any rate, I did go down on the exposed cuntal slit. Although she didn't have much fur around the box, the smell and heat turned me on, and my dick began to lengthen. And I really threw myself into the act of lapping her twat. It did taste good.

"Raise up." I called to her. "I want to lick your asshole too."

"My asshole?" she echoed, surprised. "What do you want to do with my asshole? That's not the place you're supposed to suck."

That made me sore. She wasn't cooperating at all. Everything had to be her way, or not at all. Typical of all the rich bitches in my class, she was utterly spoiled and self-centered.

"Goddammit," I hissed up at her. "I said asshole." And without further argument, seized her hips and threw both legs upward. Now, her buttocks were partially exposed and so was her shit spot. For reasons I could never explain to myself, the sight, smell and taste of a woman's ass had always turned me on. I often thought of sticking my tongue into the hole behind when I jacked off. Now that I had the opportunity of lapping ass, I didn't want to hear objections, or get an argument. Of course, I realized that not all females were sensitively attuned to that particular region. But even if they were not, it couldn't do any harm to take a few minutes and let me have my asshole suck. But this spoiled girl started to put up a howl as I dived down behind her back and strained to get my tongue up her bum hole.

"Don't," she wailed as though I was trying to rape her. "Not there. That's not the right place. I want you to lick my cunt and then fuck it. Don't you know I shit back there?" she asked, and her voice reflected her own inner horror. The thought that anyone could be filthy enough to stick his nose up her brown turned her off in no small way. And that really did make me sore, and more determined to eat her ass.

"Keep still!" I hissed, "Let me suck your ass for a few seconds. It won't do you any harm, and it will really turn me on." All the time I was speaking, I was also trying to shove my tongue between the fleshy cheeks of her ass and clear up the shit hole.

"People are looking," she cried. All of a sudden, this crazy broad who claimed she was turned on by an audience got shy about the old man in the car alongside of mine.

Prying both ass-cheeks as far apart as possible, I gurgled, "Keep still. I can smell ass, and it smells great. Now, let me suck a while and then I'll eat cunt. But keep still," I ordered as I shoved my tongue forward and into the stink spot.

The girl had no alternative but to obey. I had such a firm grip on the flesh of her buttocks, she had to remain still. Slowly, I worked my tongue all the way past the fleshy slope of ass and into the hair-studded-rectum. The long, crinkly hairs brushed into my nostrils and ticked my eyes and chin. They sent out a tingly sensation that snatched hold of my prick, and really made it stand up stiff and straight. A little more of the asshole suck, and I'd want to put it in in a very few minutes, I pulled my shit-stained face out of her bottom, and straightened.

"Okay," I breathed heavily, my eyes shining and my prick as rigid as a poker. "Time for the fuck. Lay back and I'll cream you right on the front seat." I pointed to the old guy in the car alongside of mine. "He's still looking," I assured her. "He'll probably jack off as I fuck you. Doesn't that turn you on, baby?" I asked with a wide smile.

To my surprise, the girl recoiled and looked at me as though I was dirt. "Get away from me," she spat. "Anyone who would stick his tongue up my shit spot must be crazy. And do you expect me to kiss you on the mouth, now?" she asked. "Never!" she answered her own question. "I'd never kiss an asshole lover."

This attitude made me sore. "For crissakes," I retorted. "It was your asshole. Now, spread your legs and I'll stick it in. And keep your mouth shut," I advised.

But this was one bit of advise she refused to accept. "Fuck you," she cursed at me. "I'd just as soon screw a pig. Now, zip up your pants and take me home. I want no part of you." And then she really let me know where I stood with her and her snobbish friends. "My mother warned me not to go out with you," she said, her eyes blazing. "She said you lived on the wrong side of the tracks. My girl friends warned me too. Now, I know they were right. You're filth. You're dirt and not good enough to take out a girl like me!"

Hearing her call me filth, and make fun of my low social standing, I lost all desire to fuck her. My cock wilted almost immediately. Nodding, I said in a low voice, "Okay you snobby bitch, I'll take you home and I'll be glad to get rid of you. And I got something else to tell you, your shit does stink, too!"

I took the girl home and dropped her off. That experience soured me about taking out any more girls from the so-called upper classes.

But if I took out a poorer type girl, my, old lady would nag and nag. My life became a misery. Finally, I was glad my summer vacation came up. Mom sent me to visit her aunt in a distant city. She hoped the aunt would talk sense into me and convince me I ought to continue dating girls from the wealthier families. I was happy to get out of the house for a while…

ANALYST: How old was your aunt?

BOBBY: About forty at the time.

A: And did she seduce you, immediately?

B: No.

A: Then, you made the advances?

B: in a way. Maybe it was half and half. I needed a fuck, and Auntie had no scruples about letting me dick her.

A: What gave you the impression, she would consent to an incestuous affair?

B: I didn't know she'd go for me, particularly. But I did know that Auntie Lil loved her cock.

A: She was sexually permissive.

B: I guess you could say that. She belonged to one of those swinger clubs; you know the kind. They meet every so often, and swap partners.

A: She involved you in this swap club? You're only fifteen years old.

B: Naw. Auntie Lil didn't get me involved in the club. I happened to walk in when the club was in session. I got an eyeful.

A: You inadvertently arrived when different couples were engaged in sexual fornication?

B: That's right.

A: Including your aunt.

B: Right again.

A: Of course, your aunt is a single woman. A widow or divorcee?

B: Hell no! She's married to a helluva nice guy.

A: And your uncle swings, too?

B: Tries to swing. The trouble is the poor guy is impotent. Has trouble getting it up. The swinging is supposed to help his cock.

A: Your uncle actually watched you and your aunt have sexual relations?

B: Yeah. It turned him on, and enabled him to get a bone on. Matter of fact, Uncle Lou encouraged me to fuck his wife. Every time I balled her he was able to climax, too.

A: Start from the beginning. You arrived, at your uncle and aunt's home, and they weren't expecting you.

B: Right. A swing party was going on.

A: What did you do?

BOBBY: Mom gave me enough money to take a plane to get to my aunt and uncle's place. Auntie was expecting me on the bus. That's how we got our signals mixed up. At any rate, I arrived at the airport, and no Auntie or Uncle. So, I grabbed a cab and gave the cabbie my auntie's address. I was going to surprise her. It turned out that they surprised me.

Uncle Lou was well-heeled and lived in a big home out in the suburbs. In fact, the home was kind of isolated. But when my cab drove, up I, was surprised to find a lot of cars parked around the house. I paid off the cabbie and went up the steps but something told me not to ring the bell. Something told me to open the door and kind of ease my way inside, and look around before I made my presence known.

When I opened the door, and looked in I was shocked to discover the huge and rambling living room filled with bodies. Naked bodies.

And some were balling, some were sucking, some were watching and jacking off. Everyone was doing something sexually exciting. I had heard about swing parties and guessed right off that Auntie and Uncle were hosting just such an affair. I was so startled that all I did was stand quietly at the door, and watch.

My cock jumped up.

All kinds of couples could be found in embraces around the room. Different kinds of couples, the kind not usually found together in open society. Black and whites, old and youngs, pretty and ugiles. Each couple was different. I guess that's how they got their kicks. For instance, in one corner this great, big nigger buck who looked like he was a truck driver was sucking the cunt of this fragile, aristocratic looking blonde lady who looked as though she lived in Nob Hill. She had ear rings, and diamonds on her fingers, and an aristocratic look about her. At the moment, she was seated on the edge of a couch with her legs spread wide apart and her blonde-haired cunt fully exposed. Before her, on his knees, this big, black buck was busily engaged in the act of eating white pussy. And from the expression on his face, he certainly loved his job. His round, white eyes kept rolling, around as his long, red tongue darted and stung at the distended lips of cunt. Every now and then, he clamp a mouthful of those silky pussy hairs between his thick, niggery lips and pull on them.

As he kept eating white cunt, the blonde lady kept moaning. "Oh eat me, nigger man. Clamp that big, black mouth over my lilly white cunt. Lick it up. No one eats pussy better than a black man. Hurry, and blow me, hurry!" she kept on moaning. "Hurreee."

This scene made me so hot that I unzipped and let my tool ease out, slowly. Ever since I reached the age of puberty, I knew I was well hung. And when I looked around the room at all the older guys, I realized that I was better hung than most of the grown men.

At any rate as I was standing at the door with my prick in hand, this goodly stacked lady comes up to me. She's wearing a sort of mask. I should say that a lot of the women were wearing fancy masks of some kind. She stood looking me up and down. Her eyes behind the mask were approving. And her voice sounded as though she was hot to fuck me.

"Where did you come from, junior?" she asked. "You don't belong to this club."

As I cleared my throat, she added, "It doesn't matter. I suppose you're a friend of a member. Welcome to our club. How old are you?" she asked.

"Fifteen," I replied and slowly began to stroke my tool. This bit of action told the lady that I, too, was hot for action.

"I'm forty," the lady laughingly told me. "And I've never fucked a fifteen-year-old boy." Boldly eyeing my dick, she chortled, "And I bet you know how to fuck. Why, you're better hung than most of the men in this room. And those lips," she sighed. "Bet you really know how to eat pussy."

I replied. "Yeah, I know what it's all about. Except," I hesitated.

"Yes, yes," she urged. "Go on. You've got something special you want to do."

Nodding, I replied. "I love to eat a woman's ass. I mean, I love to stick my tongue all the way up the shit hole and suck. For some reason, that kind of action turns me on. But," I faltered.

The woman's eyes narrowed with excitement. "Yes, yes," she urged. "But… What?" She didn't seem a bit shocked at my confession for anal fun.

I blurted out. "Every time I want to go down on a girl's ass, she acts disgusted as though I was a low, filthy shit. Naturally, her attitude turns me off, too. As a result, I never have really…"

"Eaten a woman's ass," the lady completed my sentence.

"Never have," I confessed, ashamed.

While we were thus conversing, I got the opportunity, to really give this forty-year-old woman the eye. She was stacked! On the tall side with ripe melons for tits, and long, finger-slender nipples, her body curved into a fairly narrow waist and then slid out into firm, velvety flesh that fued into hips, ass and long, shapely legs. Long, black hairs curled up around the pussy, and the ups were slightly parted with bits of moisture oozing through the odoriferous crack. Her long back curved enticingly, and the cheeks of her ass were works of art. Between each cheek the trench or cleavage was slightly parted to give me a tantalizing glimpse of the inner valley. At the base a brownish hue was visible and I felt my cock tremble. I'd have given everything I owned to stick my tongue up this lovely lady's ass. And something told me I was going to get that opportunity.

"Would you like to suck my ass?" the lady asked. "After all I'm forty years old and not a girl anymore. But if it's ass you crave, I've got plenty of it."

"I don't care about your age," I blurted out. "Sure, I'd love to suck your ass right here and now. Then, I'd love to fuck it." I confessed. "It makes me hot to feel my long, hot cock firmly wedged between the fleshy cheeks of female ass."

The dark haired lady laughed. "Of course, you can suck my ass. You're no older than my own nephew but what's the difference?" she asked, gaily. "We'll sixty-nine, and eat each other up."

"Your nephew?" I asked with a trembling voice. Could this woman be my own auntie? I started to ask myself. She hadn't seen me since I was a child and of course probably wouldn't me.

I could hardly find my voice. But finally I managed to ask. "Is your nephew's name Bobby?"

For a moment, the lady didn't reply. Then, she, too, managed to find her voice. "Yes," she said in a barely audible voice. "And I bet you are my nephew. I was expecting him to arrive on the bus tomorrow."

"You're my Auntie Lil," I blurted out. "I took the plane and arrived a day ahead of time."

Throwing out her arms, she swept me into them and hugged me up against her naked and soft body. "Welcome, nephew," she laughed. "You've grown up and become a man. I didn't recognize you." And taking hold of the shaft of my prick, she squeezed the bone. "And you really have become a man," she added with emphasis. "Bet you screw all the girls in your class at school."

"Naw," I shook my head. "They're all drabs. I never have fucked any of them, and don't intend to."

My auntie hesitated, and then asked. "Do you go for older women?"

"Never screwed an older woman," I confessed. "But they might be better."

With her fist still tightly curled around my dick, Aunt Lil asked, "Do you still want to sixty-nine with me? Your own aunt?"

I didn't even hesitate. "I'd give anything to smell your ass. Sure I will!" Then, I fell silent a moment. "What about Uncle Lou?" I asked. "Will he object?"

"Never mind about your uncle at the moment," Aunt Lil declared. "You just concentrate on eating your aunt's pussy and ass. Now, let's get into the position of the sixty-nine."

The idea of sucking my aunt's ass really got to me. It made me hotter than a pistol. Yet, I had to confess my ignorance. "What's sixty-nine?" I asked. "I never did it before."

Auntie Lil laughed and told me to stretch out on the carpet. "First take off all your clothes, dear. Auntie wants to give her nephew's cock a good suck. And I want to play with your balls, too. So, off with your clothes, and right now," she ordered.

Gladly, I stripped in front of Aunt Lil and my prick got even stiffer and redder. As I disrobed, I asked, "Isn't this called…" I groped for the right word.

"Incest?" Auntie Lil said. "Yea, it is. An aunt and nephew aren't supposed to fuck each other."

My cock grew even thicker. "Bet your cunt won't feel any different than any other," I said as I dropped my last piece of clothing. Aunt Lil's eyes rolled critically over every inch of my nude body. And what she saw, she seemed to love.

"Nice," she smiled. "Well built. Nice cheeky ass, firm, smooth, and that prick!" she chortled.

"It's built just right for my cunt. Hmmmmmm," she sighed. "Hurry, and let's sixty-nine."

"How?" I asked. The thought of doing anything sexual with my own aunt really got me heated. If this was incest I was all for it.

In the next few minutes, Auntie Lil instructed me into the mysteries of the sixty-nine position. I stretched out on the carpet as first instructed. My cockhead stared straight back at me. The skin of the penile shaft kept throbbing and I knew I could blow out a load at any minute.

"Hurry Auntie Lil," I urged. "I might come at any time."

Smiling and looking proud, Aunt Lil straddled my head and knelt down with her face pointed in the direction of my cock. Then, she leaned forward and supported herself on her elbows and knees. The moment, she bent forward, the curve of her ass loomed up and almost smashed against my face. I stared at the great crack of her ass and at all the hair on her cunt. The odor from her asshole was faint but fragrant, too. In this particular position, my tongue was in striking distance of both her cunt and ass.

Looking over her shoulder, Aunt Lil asked, "Do you like what you see, sweetheart?"

Sliding both of my hands over the curve of both cheeks, I almost cried with joy. "I love your ass Aunt Lil. It's… it's beautiful. And does it ever smell great."

"I'm hoping you'll stick your tongue up my ass, dear," Aunt Lil called back again. "That's where I really like. I think I'm as sensitive up my asshole as I am up my cunt. So, darling, don't hesitate when it comes to eating ass. Your Aunt Lil will love it!"

Digging my fingers into the curve of both ass-cheeks, I pried them apart as though the flesh was actually rubber. Immediately, the long, curling and browned-up rectal hairs loomed into sight. And the tiny bud around her asshole became visible, too. The odor was sweeter than an entire bottle of French perfume.

"Hmmmnnnn," I sighed. This was actually the first time I ever actually smelled a woman's ass. Oh, I fantasized about doing it. But this was the very first time, the opportunity had ever presented itself. And from my own aunt's ass!

"Eat me," Auntie Lil cried out over her shoulder. "Suck your aunt's ass. Lick up my brown and then tongue my cunt. Hurry, darling, hurry. Don't waste anymore time. Your auntie is hot for a tongue job from her nephew."

"Yes ma'am," I replied, obediently and in the same manner I often replied to my own mother. "I'll eat your ass right away Auntie, dear."

And I did.

Closing my eyes, and distending my nostrils to inhale as much asshole smell as possible, I stuck out my tongue and drove it deeply into the waiting asshole of my aunt's bum. The moment, the mouth flesh found its way into aunt's rear end, she cried out.

"That's it, lover. Only deeper, harder, wetter. Come on, loved one, you can eat Auntie's ass better than that. With feeling. Put some feeling into it. Go, cock boy, go," she cried out in a voice that sounded insane. At the same time, she enfolded both lips over my cock head and let it disappear from sight into her mouth. Then, affecting a gulping sound, she tried to swallow the entire cockhead and shaft and balls as well. Every inch of my genital skin turned her on and she wanted to engulf everything inside of her mouth.

Naturally, the moment, I felt that hot liquid mouth flood over my straining skin of prick, my head snapped back, and I let out a yell like a Comanche Indian. Then, I quieted down and relaxed. Auntie kept working on my cock and balls with her educated and hungry tongue, and on several occasions I thought I was going to blow my load. That's when I closed my eyes, tightened my fist, and tried to get my mind off the position of sixty-nine.

After a while when the crisis subsided, I opened my eyes but remained alert and ready to prevent any premature ejaculation. Soon, I became adept at preventing any unwanted blow-off. That gave Auntie a chance to really go to town on my red-hot prick, and it gave me a chance to survey the situation a bit calmer.

All I could see from my position were two, enormous cheeks of ass, the cleavage, the valley in-between, the hairs around her asshole. Also, I could inhale the fragrant aroma that wafted gently through Auntie's shit-hole. And last but not least was the cunt that belonged to my mother's sister. The cunt loomed up enormous and almost frightening in its proximity. The thick, reddish hills that were the lips were slightly distended, and droplets of cuntal juices sizzled through this crack of love. Around the trench of twat were hairs thousands of hairs, curling lovingly up and around the opening, and around Auntie's lower belly. There were also a number of hairs that resembled a wisk-broom around the rectal hole, now they brushed against my face as I gazed lovingly at those two beautiful globes of Aunty ass flesh. For reasons I couldn't comprehend at the moment, I slid both arms around the butt and stared at the skin as though I was looking into her eyes and at her face. Breathing deeply, I began to murmur sweet nothings. But even to my surprise, I was murmuring those sweet nothings at the rear end, at the ass. I was speaking softly and lovingly at the ass-flesh as though it was a separate entity of its own.

"Darling," I muttered. "You are so beautiful so precious, so sweet," and before I could restrain myself, I puckered up and planted a loud, wet kiss directly on the side of one buttock.

Auntie must have loved to feel my hot, wet lips on the skin of her ass. On contact between my lips and her butt, the woman sighed audibly, and moved the cheeks in such a way, my face disappeared quickly between the cleavage. Auntie wanted to feel tongue up her ass as well as over the skin.

And to my own surprise and almost horror, I didn't recoil, or try to pull out. Despite the fact that my nose and tongue were pressed tightly up against the woman's asshole, I loved every smell, and I loved the taste of her stilt. Everything, of course, was black but it wasn't necessary for me to see anything. As long as I could smell and feel the bottom of this woman's gorgeous shit country, I didn't care.

I felt Auntie's mouth pull off my cock, and she must have turned around and called over her shoulder for the words came through loud and clear and distinct.

"Eat me," my aunt cried, breathlessly. "Eat my ass. Love it. Love to feel tongue all the way up my brown hole." And to emphasize the truth of these words, she shoved back even harder. Oily liquid, a bit on the shitty side, squished around my facial tissues and into my nostrils. But this didn't deter me from sticking out my tongue and licking the liquid up. The taste made me hotter than a firecracker. My tongue darted out and started to lap up and down. I was literally wiping my tongue up and down Auntie's ass. Auntie loved that kind of action.

"Yes, yes," she chuckled, encouragingly. "You're wiping my ass with your tongue. Go, boy, go. That's what I want. Love it. Love to feel a hot tongue wiping my ass. That's why I left it a bit on the shitty side. Oh lover, does that ever feel good." But in the midst of all her excited exclamations about the feel and quality of my tongue, Auntie admonished me about the state of her hot cunt.

"Don't neglect my fuck hole, nephew," she called back. "My cunt loves tongue, too!"

With the greatest reluctance, I pulled my tongue from out of the deep, shit trench and dug it deeply between the scratchy hairs that reached out and tickled my chin and face.

The moment Auntie felt my tongue bury itself in her twat, she began to scream like a demented woman.

"Yes, that's it, lover. Eat my cunt. Eat your AUNT'S CUNT."

Auntie's encouragement and wild movements excited me beyond all restraint. Cock juices boiled up from the depths of my testicles and leaped into the penile shaft where they hurtled along like a diesel locomotive. There was no turning them back, now. And there was no point in attempting to turn them back. I must have been temporarily out of my head as I ate, lapped, licked and sucked on my aunt's cunt and asshole, and almost at the same time. The next thing I knew, I felt a tremendous explosion and for a moment I thought my entire body had ripped apart. Everything went wet between my legs, and for one terrifying moment it felt like blood. But quickly I realized that the wetness was caused by the juices of cock and not by my blood. Besides, Auntie wouldn't be hungrily lapping up the liquid of blood. She was eating and swallowing every drop of cock gism that squeezed through the head of my dick. And despite my own frantic efforts of cunt suckery, Auntie's smacking lips almost drowned out the sound of my own cunt smacking.

We must have ate each other's genitals for a very long period of time. When we finally completed our respective tasks, there wasn't a drop left. Then, Auntie rolled off my body, and I remained supinely on my back, gazing at my own limpid dick as though attempting to recapture the moments of utter rapture that had gripped me with such complete ecstasy.

And something else happened when we disengaged our ravaged bodies. Applause… During the sixty-nine, we had gathered a crowd of onlookers. The other swingers, drawn by the intensity of our mutual suck and by the realization that an aunt was having sexual relations with her fifteen-year-old nephew. This intelligence was disemmated during the suck when Auntie was yelling, "Eat me, nephew. Eat your aunt's cunt and ass."

The other swingers approved of our incestuous sixty-nine. And so did my uncle. Now, he stepped forward, his eyes shining, his face creased with a big welcome smile.

"So this is my little nephew who has come to visit his old Aunt and Uncle. Welcome, Son. Welcome. You'll enjoy your stay with us. And so will we. Me especially."

For a while, my uncle's statement sounded ominous to me. Was he queer? Did he think he was going to screw me, too? I felt trapped. I had given my word to remain with my aunt and uncle for the duration of my summer vacation. Indeed, I was almost a prisoner. Uncle Tom was supposed to give me the money for the return bus fare. I couldn't leave until he gave me bus fare back home. But after the swingers left the house, my aunt and uncle straightened out the situation for me.

Auntie explained. "My husband has been having potency problems. He can't get it up to fuck me. That's why we joined the swinger club. Uncle must have a lot of visual excitement."

Sadly, Uncle Tom put in. "Then, I can't erect in the normal way." He explained. "If I can watch a lot of balling action I can jack myself up, to a big bone on and blow my load. But I've got to be able to watch hot, erotic action. I've got to see all these things. I'm basically a voyeur."

Blushing to hear my aunt and uncle make such a candid admission, I asked in a timid voice. "But does just a mere jack off satisfy you?"

"Yes," Uncle retorted, his eyes shining. "If I can watch real hot action, I imagine that I'm a part of the scene. Then, I jack off to complete and utter satisfaction."

Again I hesitated. "But don't you mind me fucking your wife?"

Auntie laughed. "Of course not. He would love to watch his own nephew screw his aunt. Your uncle loves anything out of the ordinary." She rationalized. "In that way, I get my cunt-cookies off, and Uncle manages to blow his load. We all benefit, and no one is hurt." She became serious. "I am faithful to your uncle. I've never fucked a man out of his sight."

Uncle Tom nodded. "That's right dear," he said in confirmation of my aunt's statement. "My wife has never betrayed me. She has never fucked a man I didn't want her to blow."

Again, I offered a possible objection to such an arrangement. "But I'm related to Auntie. Wouldn't it be… incest?"

A strange light brightened the eyes of both my aunt and uncle. "That's right," they both replied in unison. Then, Auntie took over. "Incest is out of the ordinary. It's a sort of fuck that would turn on your uncle." For a moment, she was silent. Then, she added. "It would turn me on, too."

And before I realized the intelligence of my words, I blurted out. "Me too. Fucking my own aunt would turn me on. Just think," I sighed, "I'd be pumping the cunt of my own mother's sister. It would almost… almost…"

"Like fucking your mother," Auntie smiled with appreciation. "You were always a little mother fucker. Your mother once told me she used to jack you off when you were only seven and eight years old."

"That's true," I nodded. "Mom used to play with my cock until I had an ejaculation. But I never fucked her," I added, hastily.

"You're going to fuck your aunt," the woman replied, emphatically. "And your uncle is going to watch. Now, off with your clothes. I have a tremendous need to get fucked by my own nephew."

Uncle Tom's eyes looked glassy. He was already seeing the incestuous vision in his mind. "Hurry," he urged me. "Hurry and fuck my wife. Got to watch. Got to jack oft. Hurry," he almost moaned.

Quickly we all disrobed, and for a while looked at each other's naked bodies. Uncle was grayish, tall, a bit bent, and he was, to my surprise, well hung. His cock dropped down between his legs and almost touched his knees. And the diameter of the penile shaft was thick, the head was round and large, the balls were roundish and soft. This man should have been capable of erecting, and pumping his wife's cunt with a lot of stiff hose. But unfortunately, this was a case where looks were deceiving. Although the man's meat looked long and thick and capable, it was not in any condition to stiffen up. The only way my poor uncle could stiffen the meat was by jacking it up while he watched erotic action. And to be quite honest, this chance of fucking another man's wife really heated up my blood. The additional thought of hosing my uncle's wife boned me up quickly before my aunt even touched the penis.

"How fortunate," Uncle Tom murmured as he appraised the length and rigidity of my cock. "To be able to erect so easily, so quickly, and perfectly. Beautiful," he continued to murmur.

My aunt gazed down at my prick with even more admiration. "I'll take every inch," she answered. "Every fucking inch. Right up my twat. I'll probably come a dozen times," she told me. "But don't let that bother you. Just keep on pumping until you blow your load."

My uncle warned. "Not too fast. Don't blow your load too swiftly. It always takes me a while before I can bone up… even with my hand."

"Got an idea," I said. "It just came to me but it might work. And if it does, we'll all benefit."

"An idea?" my Uncle Tom asked with a bit of skepticism. Doubtless a lot of well-meaning people had tried to give. "Please don't try to improve on my lowly lot," he said with a voice that was heavy with self-pity. "I've tried everything. It just won't come up. The only way I can get relief is to jack myself off with my own hand. That's the way it is. And please don't try and tell me it's all in my head."

Auntie put in. "He really has tried everything. I've got every one of my girl friends to come in and try and make him. He couldn't get it up for them any better than he could bone up for me."

My anger flared. "For crissakes, give me a chance to explain." And to my uncle I said, "And feeling sorry for yourself won't do you any good at all. Try and not be so negative, and you'll have a better time, I assure you."

"How?" he asked with a sneer. "How in hell is a guy going to have a better time when he can't get it up without jacking on the meat?"

"Listen to me," I said, "and please listen with an open mind."

Of course I realized that both my aunt and uncle had every right to be skeptical. After all, I was only fifteen years old at the time, and had limited experience myself. They, in turn, had tried every remedy possible to cure uncle's impotency. But still, sometimes a kid can be wiser than his elders when it comes to imaginative sex. At least, the older couple were willing to listen.

"This is the way I see it." I told my aunt and uncle. My plan was relatively simple. Indeed, it was so simple that the couple hadn't thought of it themselves, or ignored it thinking it wouldn't work… This was my plan:

"I'd ball my aunt dog-style while she masturbated my uncle's cock. In fact, that particular position would enable them to neck passionately while she played him with her hand. All the while, I'd be dogging her cunt from the rear end."

Uncle thought it over. The image of his nephew dog-fucking his wife appealed to him. "Yesss," he said, slowly, "it just might work."

The idea appealed to my aunt. "At least, it will be a change from jacking yourself off," she told her husband. "I'll hand jack your cock. It'll be a change for you, and a change for me."

I became excited as my imagination added a bit more information. "While I'm fucking you," I told my aunt. "You're necking your husband and telling him how much you love him. All the while, I'll be screwing your cunt. Wow," I exploded, "that will really turn me on."

My aunt beamed. "It turns me on, too. While I'm getting hosed from the back, I'm telling your uncle that I love him and kiss him passionately. Yes," she nodded, "that appeals to me too."

"Me also," Uncle Tom piped up. "In fact my penis is responding to the notion, too. Oh it isn't getting stiff of its own volition. But I feel certain movements inside the tissues. This is a good sign."

"What are we waiting for?" I asked. "Let's bail." And to add to the excitement, I reminded my aunt and uncle that, "Let's three-way ball."

According to plan, my aunt positioned herself on the bed in the traditional dog-style stance. She got down on her knees and elbows with her rear end sticking up in the air. The sight of her cheeky ass staring at me so invitingly with all the cunty hairs poking out excited me, immediately. My penis telescoped out and up towards the angle best suited for cuntly fornication. Kneeling behind her, I gripped both fleshy cheeks and pulled them aside in order to look into the valley of rear-end love. Hairs sprang out towards me and scratched my thighs. My balls pressed against her hind legs as I surged forward. My cockhead banged through the doors and into the tube. Hot juices squished around the surging penile shaft, and Auntie cried out in painful rapture. There was a bit of pain connected with the penetration because the wails of her vagina narrowed in this particular position.

My prick had thickened to about an inch and one half in diameter. The diameter of Auntie's twat tunnel was considerably less than an inch and a half. This compelled me to thrust and grunt my way into the desired passage. But fortunately, the walls of cunt were flexible enough to give way. And before I knew what was happening, the entire dong, cockhead and shaft had fought their way into the warm and wet hole of incestuous love.

"Ohmygawd," Auntie burbled as the prick hurtled deep down into the pit. "Deeper," she cried out coaxingly. "Press it down deeper. Oh meohmy but that prick feels good up my cunt. My nephew's cock sure feels good up my cunny hole." She emphasized the fact that she was getting hosed by her own nephew. The thought of incest was a definite excitement for her.

While I was overcoming the obstacle of Auntie's tight twat. Uncle Tom had positioned himself in front of his wife, and swept her into his arms as though he was a matinee lover of the silver screen. Cupping one of her very large tits, he pressed his mouth against her lips and murmured.

"Darling, I love you. You're so faithful to me. I adore you," and he gave her some tongue between her full lips.

As he started to neck his wife, Auntie reached down and took his supine dick in her hand and started to jack on it.

This was the very first time in many years that Uncle Tom had let anyone else stroke his stubborn tool. Clearly, the change was doing him a lot of good. The tissues of the pouting pecker quickly stretched forward, the bone slid out of its casing and the cockhead ballooned up and remained enlarged. This was the very first hard-on Uncle had ever sustained with the aid of another person. And all the while, they kept kissing and tonguing each other.

The realization that my plan was succeeding excited me, and I threw every bit of passion I possessed into the task of fucking my aunt's cunt. My clawlike fingers bit onto the skin of her ass, found their way into her asshole, tantalized the hairs around her cunt. They were never still for a single moment. And neither was my prick. It kept banging in and out of the incest hole that grew wider by the moment. Hot liquid spilled through the crack and trickled down my legs and balls. But I kept on hammering at my aunt's twat with the full realization I'd blow in very short order. I thought it prudent to give the necking couple a bit of warning.

"Gonna," I managed to cough out. "Gonna blow… nuts… gonna throw up… soon," I whined through my nostrils. "Soonnu…"

On hearing my warning, Auntie's hand stroked on uncle's straightened prick with increased vigor in fact, she started to jack his cock at such a tremendous rate of speed, I couldn't keep up with the movement with my naked eyes. But from the way my uncle kept blabbering, I knew her hand was accomplishing a lot of rood.

Flecks of foam flew out of uncle's reddened lips, and his round eyes looked wild. "Keep it up," he managed to breathe. "Keep up the hand action. Fast," he kept on, "faster… faster…" And finally, "I'm gonna… gonna…"

I knew what he was trying to say. He was about to ejaculate. And so was I. And so was my aunt. We were all racing towards the payoff at a furious rate of speed. Hot juices spattered the walls of the bedroom and the liquid could have originated in the genitals of all three of us. Auntie was managing to blow out preliminary climaxes of a smaller order, and droplets were working loose from my own penile shaft as well as the turgid tool of my uncle. But neither one of us was going to stop until we hit the all-important big climax, the one that would leave us weak and breathless.

Finally, something broke loose within my genitals. The inner walls of the penile shaft widened as the surge of cream hurtled through the head of the dick and up my own aunt's hot cunt. At that precise moment, Auntie's hand action payed off, too. Uncle's cock leaped backward as creamy goo spattered the lower portion of his belly.

Light seconds away from our ejaculations, Auntie's vaginal walls shook and vibrated and the next thing I knew hot rivulets of cuntly cream were streaming down my legs. The stuff splashed all over my nuts and that increase in the temperature of my testicles coaxed more gism through my cockeye. Finally, we disengaged from the incestuous, three-way blow job.

When Uncle managed to recover his speech, he turned towards me. "Don't," he implored, "don't return home before the end of the summer. I'll give you anything. But stay with us, and fuck my wife. Fuck your aunt. And I'll be able to come, too."

Inspecting the state of her husband's tool, Auntie offered an opinion. "This is the best ejaculation Tom has had in many years."

"And we've got our nephews to thank," the man stated. "Please stay with us at least for the summer."

How could I refuse? "Of course," I replied. "I'll remain and fuck Auntie any time you ask for it."

My aunt looked pleased. "Your grandmother is going to visit us next week," she told me. "Would it turn you on to fuck her, too?"

"Fuck my grandmother?" I echoed, amazed at such a question. Then, I replied with an answer that even surprised myself. "Yes, I'll fuck her," I nodded. "A four-way fuck could be even more exciting than this three-handed deal."

And that's exactly what happened. My granny is well into her sixties but she was young in mind and thinking. She quickly agreed to the tour-way action, and that's the way I spent the summer. Each time, we'd think of an arrangement that was more erotic than the last one in that way, Uncle Tom was able to erect easily and enjoy his ejaculation. And that's the way I became hooked on the incest act… by fucking my own auntie and grandmother…