"Naughty aunt Susan" - читать интересную книгу автора (Taylor Ron)

CHAPTER NINE

I went out into the hall to call Aunt Sue, and Belinda and David followed me. They must have thought it funny as hell to play with me while I talked on the phone. But I almost lost control of my voice when Belinda stuck her head between my legs and started licking my pussy and David spread the cheeks of my ass and used his lips and tongue there. I was standing on tiptoes, my tits heaving and sweat beading on my nipples, as I explained to Aunt Susan that I'd be late getting home and she shouldn't wait supper on me.

She ahhed, but she didn't sound exactly disappointed. Lee had come out to visit and she was probably just as happy not to have me around. I could still remember the dirty look she'd thrown me when I carelessly slung my arm around his shoulders this afternoon at the library. Well, she could have him. If she could get him at all, which I doubted very much. Maybe I'd give her a few lessons in man-catching before I went home at the end of the month. Gods, what good would it do? Aunt Sue couldn't catch a man with a net and a tranquilizer gun.

We said our good-byes and I put the receiver down and I let my newfound friends have their will of me. They carried me back into the bedroom and stretched me out on the messed-up, cummed-up bed, and Belinda sat down owl my face while David got his mouth onto my cunt.

He seemed to have no more inhibitions about my period than his wife did, and I was grateful. His tongue moved masterfully in my slit and the territory surrounding, and I felt one tiny come after another whirling through my body. At the same time I gobbled mouthful upon mouthful of Belinda's dripping gash, and I don't mind confessing that I sorely abused her bitable cunt with my lips and my teeth and my fingers. She loved it, God bless her, loved it as much as I loved doing it.

It was that way half the night. We stopped for food and drinks a bit later, and Belinda brought out her stash, offering me my choice of pass, coke, and hides. Chemicals aren't my scene, so I opted for a fat joint which I puffed down to a roach, pretending all the while that it was David's fatter, puffier joint on which I sucked.

Before long I'd made the substitution and my head moved in slow, leisurely oral love on that precise instrument. I held his nuts in my hand and I squeezed them provocatively as I sucked, and sometimes I squeezed too hard, causing David to lance upward into the region of my gullet, but he did it so adorably I didn't care. Instead of freezing up and getting pissed, the way I'd done with Alan this afternoon, I tried to open, myself for him. If I could have deep-throated him, I'd have done it, but I guess I'm not built that way. Or else – it's a goal to work toward.

Belinda was anointing the lips of her shaven pink cunt with powdery cocaine. She made ecstatic sounds as she rubbed the stuff into her skin, and she told me between sighs that it was a turn-on like I wouldn't believe. I still didn't want to try it myself, but I didn't think of that when I dipped in to give her a licking.

David's cock was out of my mouth by then, and in Belinda's, and she gobbled his tool while I tongued her twat. Some of that coke clung to me and I felt my entire mouth go numb while a zesty cool feeling turned on inside my head. It was like having an internal air-conditioner, and my eyes wobbled for a second. After I'd tongue-lashed her to a drippy little come, I reached for the coke and took a couple of sniffs. Talk about turned-on! I felt cold all over and hot all over, and my body seemed lighter than air, and I started to purr in an easy cooing voice. There's no way to describe how pleased with myself I was then. I lay back and hugged myself, and I just writhed there on the bed, my eyes shut, my lips tickled into a permanent smile. My hands cupped my tits as I sighed and stretched, and I found myself using a finger to divide the mat of my pussy hair in search of the gash within.

Oh, I found it, all right! I jabbed myself impetuously while David and Belinda watched from the side, and it was almost as if I were putting on a show for their benefit. I masturbated shamelessly, inventing new tricks and fillips on the spot, until the girl-cum poured from me and my hands were aromatic with it.

Belinda sat on her heels and I planted myself on her lap, my legs thrown around her and my cunt spread wide open. My tits bumped hers and our nipples scraped in friction, and we were both fighting to see which of us could take the lead in kissing the other. David crouched behind us, one of his hands massaging my gash, the other feeling up hers, and he was fingering me in both of my holes and I was grooving on it.

He touched my asshole with his fingertip a moment later, and I felt the telltale tingling of cocaine as he doctored my shitter. He did such a nice, thorough job that when he replaced his finger with the knob of his big cock, I scarcely felt it at all. I was really into it, you know and my sphincter didn't fight him for a second. It yielded freely and he was pushing his dick up my bunghole with slow, precise strokes.

I'd been screwed in the ass a few times before. Not very many, and only when some guy made a big deal of it. Ass-fucking wasn't one of my favorites. It hurt, and it was uncomfortable, and I couldn't begin to guess why anybody even bothered. Now, though, as David corn-holed me so lovingly, I started to understand. The boys who'd done ft to me were so inadequate, in retrospect. Belinda had been right, God love her – I'd spent too much of my sexual past fucking around with boys. No wonder I'd been ready to part with the prick forever and amen. How could any boy compare with the man who was inside me right now?

He gripped me by waist and shoulders while Belinda caressed my tits and nibbled my chin, and he moved his meat in my brownie with the dreamiest, lingering strokes and plunges. I lifted up each time he plumbed me deepest, and I let myself drop down upon his still upraised prick to make it go even deeper, and Belinda seemed to be soaking up the excitement that radiated from my body and David's.

The cocaine on my asshole couldn't anesthetize me forever, and its effect wore off gradually. Now I could feel every thick inch of his cock as it spread my tender muscle, but I didn't cry out in pain or panic. It was the most sensually erotic moment of my life, I was dead certain. I twisted myself, wiggling from side to side in quick, rabbity movements, and the bigness of his rod made an impact on all the interior of my body.

Belinda squeezed my tits in her soft golden hands, and the nipples stuck out pink and thrust between her fingers. She pinched my teats with her fingers, spreading and closing them quickly, and my nips ached and throbbed in response. Her face moved close and she began to lick the extensions of my boobs with fast butterfly tongue strokes. And as she did it, I rocked back and forth where I was splayed on her lap, rocking to deepen the penetrations of her husband's prick.

Time no longer had any meaning. I didn't have the slightest idea of how long the three of us had been here making love. It didn't seem important. It had been forever and it would be forever. How many times had I climaxed? Belinda? And what about David? Had his cock ever gone soft since Belinda's mouth brought it to quivering erection? I couldn't remember. It seemed that every time I turned around he was gripping his cock and guiding it into someone's mouth or pussy or wherever. Once – when he'd put Belinda on her back, then straddled her chest and shucked his prick back and forth between her rosy-capped tits until his cum squirted into her face in big sticky gobs. He must have his nuts on overtime, I thought as he continued to ass-fuck me. At least a gallon of his creamy goo had spilled onto and into me and Belinda, and still his rod rose up in fierce pride to burrow its way into yet another sexual union.

I wondered if Belinda would consider selling him to me. I'd have given her anything. This was what Lilly needed, too, I reminded myself. A man. Not a boy, but a man. She needed to find out how great, how absolutely perfect it could be to make love and sex with a partner worthy of her sweet, charms.

She'd forget her lesbian intentions in a minute.

One of David's hands stole into my gash as he bunged me, and I felt it squishing in my cummy, bloody depths. He tweaked my nubbin with his clever fingers and I went all oozy and whiny where I squatted. Belinda took her hands off my tile and stuck the end of one breast into her mouth for some heavy sucking, and shoved my tit towards her while I thrust my ass in David's direction, and before I knew it, it was all over.

For me, at least, I flew up the golden stairs, into the arms of a come that left me gasping for breath I couldn't seem to capture, and if the two of them hadn't been holding me, I think I'd have sprouted wings and gone straight out the bedroom window. But Belinda's mouth was a firm anchor for my right tit, her hand gripping the other one furiously, arid David began to move his cock in strokes that were much less gentle than the ones just passed.

He gave it to me hard and hot now, slamming his groin against the curve of my ass, and I could only throb and wiggle as he rammed me. I was so far gone I couldn't even feel the first gush of his cum when it flew from the end of his rod.

I could detect a sopping wetness in my asshole, and his cock seemed to be moving easier as it pumped short strokes, and it must have occurred to whatever remained of my conscious understanding that David was unloading his balls.

Both of them had a finger in my pie. It was almost as if I were being fucked front and back simultaneously, and it was out of sight. I humped and throbbed and moaned and cried and begged them not to stop, and they didn't, not for a long, long time, but even the best of sex can't last forever, more's the pity.

So it was with us. When David's cock left my asshole, it was limp and I was thankful, in a way. I didn't have the power to do it again. Oh, I had the will, and I had the desire, but my body just wouldn't respond. I was fucked flat, and so, I'm proud to say, were my new friends. My good friends. My best of friends. We lay side by side, our bodies recuperating, and we didn't have to talk or touch. We were as close to being one soul as three people can ever be.

It was after ten that evening when we finally got up. My shorts and pants and top were washed and dried by now, and it was only fit that I should do the same for my body. So much as I hated to wash myself clean of the cum and love that had spurted on me and from me, I made my way to the bathroom and adjusted the shower to my temperature.

Belinda wanted to bathe, too, and she pointed out that it was more economical to shower with a friend, so I gladly stepped aside and made room for her. Once she got in, though, she couldn't resist trying once more the erotic delights of tickling her shaven pubes on my hairy bush, and we started girl-fucking as we stood, bumping our cunts and grinding them together.

It was cute and fun, and it was even more fun when she showed me a little trick she'd invented. Her tits were delightfully full, and by twisting her head and lifting her tit in just a certain way, she was able to use her tongue an her own nipple, to suck the little pink tab to glisteny stiffness. What a lovely idea! I tried it, too, and though my neck felt as if it were about to break, I found that I could do it nearly as well as she could. Happily, I sucked my nipple, scraping it with my teeth, watching Belinda do the same. It must have occurred to both of us at the same time that if it was fun this way, it was more fun when she suckled mine and I nursed hers. So we were in one another's arms, fingering, sucking, kissing, making so much noise at it that David came into the bathroom to see what was wrong.

Nothing was wrong. He hopped into the shower as soon as he saw what we were up to, and it was Belinda on her knees, grabbing his cock, sucking it fiercely while the water poured warmly upon her head, and then it was me shoving her out of the way so I could do it. And last of all it was David standing us both up against the inner wall of the shower and screwing us in swing-shift operation. First I got five or six long gliding strokes of his dong, and then Belinda got her turn, and then I was up to bat again. Insanity, but I wouldn't have sold my place for a million dollars, then or ever.

Our bodies were slick and soapy. He couldn't hold onto them because we were too wiggly for him, and we rocked in crazy sex. Belinda moaned and came as she felt David unload inside her. I bit my lip in envy, but it only lasted a second, because he jerked his rod out of her shuddering snatch and rammed it up mine, still squirting his creamy jizz. It boiled and oozed in my cunny and I came, too. And then it was all over. For that night, at least. We finished washing, sharing our shower stall in chastity, and we dressed, and David and Belinda drove me home, to Aunt Sue's.

The house lights were off so they dropped me at the road and sped away, back to Athens. I had a key for the back door but not for the front, so I started around the edge of the house to let myself in. By some quirk in my nature I tend to incline right when I'm walking. I didn't even think about walking left around the house, and I certainly didn't think about Aunt Sue's bedroom being on this side.

However, I couldn't help noticing as I neared it that a light shone into the night from her window, and I suppose there's a streak of curiosity in me. My head instinctively turned towards the open window as I passed it, and everything else was preordained.

Aunt Sue was on the far side of the room, looking at herself in her vanity mirror. That wasn't so unusual I do it all the time. Most women keep an eye on their appearance, whenever a minor is handy. It's nature. What stopped me in my tracks and kept me looking like a bonafide peeping Tom was the fact that Aunt Susan was totally naked.

I was outside in the dark; she couldn't see me. But I could sure as hell see her, and it was like I was seeing her for the first time. Those baggy pants and sweat shirts she affected had left me with the vague impression she must be kinda fat and dumpy, body wise. She wasn't. Not at all.

Aunt Susan was really very slim, her ass small, handsized, her legs good if not great. She reminded me of a fashion model, and her skin was very pale, as if she hadn't let the sun kiss it for a long time. I don't know what kept her from appearing sallow, unless it was a natural creaminess of flesh.

Her hair was bunned up, hot very attractively, and its mousy color detracted from the smooth white of her skin. She stared at herself in the mirror and she was cupping her tits in her hands, so fiercely that I couldn't see their reflection in the polished glass for the covering of her palms. Aunt Susan turned abruptly, her hands falling to her sides, and now I saw that her tits were not bad either. They were fist-sized lumps, high set and nicely separated, with tiny nipples the color of ripe cherries, and they appeared to be exquisitely firm. And between her legs she had a small, dainty triangle of chestnut pussy fur, a puff of foliage at the apex of her white thighs.

She walked past the window through which I looked, and she threw herself onto the bed face up. I shifted so I could get a look at her, and I saw her knees go up and one of her hands come to rest upon that chestnut-thatched pussy of hers. She clutched it with a sigh and she began to squeeze the sensitive region as if in desperation.

I couldn't believe it. Not only did Aunt Sue have a body underneath those dingy clothes she always wore, she was also apparently about to treat that body to a bit of extracurricular masturbation. Wrong. She was masturbating herself, using one hand on her pussy, the other on her tits, and she shook and sighed as she did it, occasionally speaking to herself in a low, husky voice that was hard to hear above the creaking of bedsprings.

Part of me wanted to go away and leave her in her privacy, and part of me was almost compulsively voyeuristic. The voyeur conquered, and I leaned closer to the open window frame.

After the workout I'd enjoyed this evening, there couldn't be a particle of unsatisfied lust left inside me. But Aunt Susan was so nice looking – her slim, understated body reminded me of darling Lilly and as I watched her attempts to bring herself a kind of release, I felt a warm smoldering fire begin to burn in my own cunt.

Part of it was due to the words she spoke as she fondled her shaking body. If it were me doing it, I'd tell you what they were, but Aunt Susan was talking, and I really shouldn't have been eavesdropping. Suffice it to say that she was carrying on a one-sided conversation with her handsome friend Lee Kinloch. She was calling to him in words of love and asking him to do some rather frisky things to her body, and I knew as I listened that I'd been right. She really did have a case for the gentleman. And obviously she didn't know how to begin getting him. It was so pathetic, so hopeless, that my heart leaped right out of my chest and bounced through the window making for Aunt Susan's bed and what choice did I have but to follow it?

She sat up in panic as I climbed through the window frame, and her face was white as a bleached skull. I smiled to disarm her fears and in a sec I was on the bed, holding her in my arms while she sobbed onto my halter front.

I stroked her as she clung to me, and her skin was smooth as velvet to my fingertips. Her tits rubbed one of my arms with their heated-up nipples, small but very stiff, and I didn't care if she was my aunt. I leaned back, tilted her face towards mine, and kissed her on the mouth the way a lover kisses a loved one.

Aunt Susan stiffened, as if she weren't sure how to respond. I kissed her passionately, my excitement growing with each moment our lips held together. The smolder in my cunt had become a hot little blaze.

"Lie down," I said. "No girl should ever have to get herself off alone."

Such a fragile, delicate body she had! The breasts were just the right size for my hands to cup, and they were every bit as firm as I'd suspected. I squeezed, feeling them harden in my grasp, and Aunt Susan moaned in bemused delight.

I kissed my way down her neck, out each shoulder, and finally onto the sweet curves of her tits. She smelled good, clean, and her nipples had not only the look of cherries – I could almost imagine that they tasted of those pretty fruits as well. Her tips were small but stiff, and my lips pulled them even stiffer. At the same time I put a hand on her tummy, rubbing her in circles round her navel, circles that widened with a view towards exploring her pussy hair as well.

My fingers brushed her cunny fur, found it crackling stiff with electrical sexuality, and with some reluctance I made my lips desert her tits. Aunt Susan was saying "Pam, please," but I didn't care to know if her plea was for stopping or continuing, it wouldn't have mattered.

Her nipples were afire, but the rest of her felt cold as death, a smooth pale body that chilled me by its touch. But I wasn't cold. My blood pounded through me, and my body temperature was rising by the instant. I cuddled her, stroking everywhere I could reach, and I felt her grow warmer with my nearness.

My hand attacked her slit, where it nestled shyly inside her small, neat triangle. She was sealed tightly – sure sign that her pussy didn't get many workouts – and I had to pry with my finger to get inside. Aunt Sue wailed when I did it, and her cunt was dry as a bone. Didn't she even know how to jiggle herself to a creamy lusciousness? I felt so sorry for the poor woman. I wanted to help her, to teach her.

She was uncomfortable when I held her gash apart with both hands and she mumbled in protest when I let my tongue move inside her portals. Talk about portals! Aunt Sue had the moat delicate, precious pussy I had ever seen. The hair on her cunt-mound concealed the little goodie-box within, but when I spread it for business, I could see that she was possessed of a lovely coral-tinted cunt, its plumbing neatly hidden within the slitted opening.

I envied her that neatness. My own inner labes tend to protrude slightly, and I can't help worrying that by the time I'm thirty I'll have flaps dangling to my knees or something equally gross. Aunt Susan was past thirty and she had no apparent problem – except for her dryness.

I licked her cunt, I kissed it, I dived with my tongue and stalked her elusive clitoris, and her twat finally began to get damp. This wouldn't do at all, though. I summoned my saliva and dropped a big frothy bubble of spit into her cunt, immediately working it around and around with the tip of my tongue to lubricate her snatch more thoroughly.

It worked. As it mouth-greased her cunny, I could feel, on the tip of my tongue, a gathering fragrance of Susan's inner-cunt juice at last flowing out to meet my spit on neutral ground. And my tongue work had caused her cunt finally to peek out of its hooded shelter.

It was a handsome clitoris, as red as her cherry nipples, and slim and rather long, just like its owner's body. I touched it with my tongue and Aunt Susan jerked where I held her. My hand flew up to her tit for a comforting cuddle, and she covered my hand with her own to hold me there. I squeezed her tit and she squeezed my hand, and her heart fluttered behind her breast like a frightened little bird. She wasn't speaking now, though, and the only sounds that left her lips were alternating sighs and groans, the latter strongest and most protracted when I made renewed oral attacks on her passion nubbin.

Aunt Susan's cunt was so tight it amazed me. I wondered if she had ever been fucked, but my tongue could move into her hole without any impediment, so she was at the very least cherryless. Lots of girls break their hymens in off-the-job accidents, though, so it was no proof of anything. We could talk about it. Later.

I was like a woman possessed. The only thing that counted to me was doing a number on Aunt Susan's pussy and giving her a climax to remember for years to come. And, you know, the funny thing was that the harder I licked her gash the more aroused I became, too. I had my hand on her titty and she was holding that hand in place, but otherwise she wasn't providing me with any stimulation at all. And the crotch of my shorts was sopping wet, even with a borrowed tampon firmly inserted, and I could hear a squishing whenever my legs came together. It was a toss-up whether I could make Aunt Susan come before I exploded myself.

She moved her thighs as I lapped in her slit, moved them farther apart, and the slice of her cunt opened a bit more for my convenience. She seemed nervous, too, her thighs shaking as my tits rubbed them, but I couldn't blame her for being that way. It must have been a shock to be discovered in diddling by a visiting niece and promptly seduced, I suppose. It was a shock for me, too, when I realized that a perfectly adequate body had been hiding inside Aunt Susan's chintzy clothes all this time.

Physically she reminded me of Lilly, but Lilly's wispy cuteness was a far cry from Aunt Susan. Sue was tall and lean, like a clothes horse, and if only her face hadn't been so plain, she'd have had no need to lie alone in bed clutching her pussy on a warm summer's night. She should show off that body, Goddamn it! Plenty of people would be turned on by it, turned on enough to overlook the lack of raving beauty in her face. I was turned on, wasn't I? Don't I have at least some taste?

We'd discuss it. I'd bring her out of her shell. But first I had a job to do.

I lifted my head from her gash and skinned out of my halter. Thank God I was braless underneath. My nipples were long points of sensitivity, and I twiddled them with my hand, watching them get even longer, feeling them get even more sensitive. Then I knelt into my work again, rubbing my book on Aunt Susan's cunt. I slid each nipple up and down her gash, inserting each of them in turn into the glistening lushness of her pussy. It was a curious feeling. Belinda had done this to me a couple of times during the evening just past, and it was aroused me in a dreamy kind of way. Her nipples were long, like mine, and they wiggled inside me like tiny cocks. But the sensation of receiving a vaginal-nipple penetration couldn't compare with the delight of giving it. Susan's pussy seemed a tight, sucking mouth that wanted to gobble up my paps, and we bumped together joyously, each of us giggling and purring in our pleasure shared.

It could only go on for so long, though, until my mouth began to water for the pussy milk that flowed in ever-greater abundance, and I removed my tits from the field of battle and replaced them with my hungry, sucking mouth.

This time I didn't fuck around. I wanted to eat her cunt out, and I ate her cunt out, by God! I used my mouth and my fingers in sly conjunctions, prodding her with my middle finger while my tongue danced a jig on her supersensitive trigger, and before I knew she was doing it, Aunt Susan popped her cookies right into my face. She dripped, she oozed, she exuded a wet cunty aroma that tickled my lips and nostrils. It lingered on my lapping tongue, on my smacking mouth, and I had only to give my thighs a tiny squeezing pressure before I was gasping and moaning my own release into her splayed, churning hole and we lay writhing in a shared orgasm.

"Wasn't that better than doing it to yourself?" I asked her later, as we lay holding hands. She was naked, I was topless, and two of her fingers trailed now and then across the relaxed contours of my tits.

"I've never done anything like that before," she sighed. "No one has ever made me feel the way you made me feel." She kissed my cheek. "Pamela, I don't know how…"

"Oh, come off it," I grinned. "You don't have to pretend with me, Aunt Sue. You've led a pretty wild life. I didn't snoop, but I did happen to find your stash of porno books the other day. You know – the one about the girl and the gorilla. What was the name of it? SLUT FOR ALL SEASONS? No, it was O BEASTLY LUST. You must have been a real hell-raiser a few years ago."

She gave me a wry smile, a bitter smile, and it wrenched my heart to see it. "So my secret's out. The books, I meant. Oh, it won't hurt to tell you, Pam. You might understand."

She cleared her throat and her eyes left mine, as if she couldn't quite bear to look at me while she confessed. I was primed to hear some spicy stuff, but that wasn't to be.

"I was always an ugly girl, very shy, very withdrawn, and it didn't get better. I never had a date till I was twenty-three, Pam. In graduate school. I'd given up on life and love long since. Until a boy took an interest in me. It surprised the hell out of me, Pam, and I was walking on air. He was sweet, and we dated and talked, and finally I decided he really did care. For me. Have you ever heard anything so ridiculous?"

"So one evening I agreed to-to have sex with him. It was horrible. I bled, I screamed, I cried. He just laughed. Wondered if I mightn't suck his – because I was so terrible at the other thing, you know?" She struggled to compose herself. "He told me later that I'd stirred his curiosity, that dorm gossip said shy, quiet girls were better in bed, that they became real tigresses once they'd been laid out and opened up. It wasn't true, he said. I was a rotten lay, and either frigid or a latent lesbian. I never saw him again. The books. Well. I wrote them to get it out of my system. They were all about women abused and raped and ravaged, by Negroes, by whole platoons of Army men. I hope you don't read any more of them. I try not to think about them now."

She smiled bravely. "I suppose he was right. I suppose I really was a latent lesbian. When you kissed me, touched me…"

I'd been through this myself and had no intention of letting Aunt Sue get any gay bees in her bonnet. "Lee Kinloch?"

She got misty-eyed, and she collapsed against me. "Lee. I think I love him, Pam. Days I don't see him I'm not fit to live with. I dream about him every night. But what chance do I have? Look at me, for Christ's sake! I'm ugly…"

"Has he ever given any indication that he might be interested in you? Or are you just a bull-session buddy for him?"

"Oh, he's asked me to go out with him a few times. I always put him off. Just this evening he was telling me that tomorrow they're showing Top Hat and Shall We Dance at the university, and later some friends of his are having a party – but I told him I couldn't, that you weren't feeling well – I was afraid…"

"Maybe," I said. "Sit up straight, Aunt Susan." She did, and I took away her glasses and undid her bunned hair. You know, she wasn't half bad looking from the right angles. And right now she looked appealingly vulnerable, not at all the cool, collected Aunt Sue I'd met Saturday. Makeup was what she needed. And a rinse for the hair. The right clothes.

"Since you used me as an excuse, I'll call him and tell him you're free after all, if he's still interested. Don't say another word, Aunt Susan! If you want that man, I think I can get him for you. But you'll have to help, too."

"No, it's ridiculous. It won't work. He couldn't want me. You'll ruin everything."

"He's intelligent, and he's sexy. He already likes your mind. We just have to remind him that a body goes with it. He'll do the rest. Is his number in the book? Good. Oh, and I'll need the car first thing in the morning. We have all day to fix you up, and we can't waste any of it."