"Auntie with the hots" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kellerman John)

CHAPTER ONE

Beth put a teacup down before her sister and filled it. Tanya seemed even prettier than Beth had remembered. She was a true blonde and her tan skin accentuated her flowing locks. Beth could see the full soft curves of her breasts bulging out of her nightgown. She wondered what it was like to have big tits. Tanya had started growing hers in junior high. Or had it been the sixth grade? No matter.

Beth had waited in vain for hers to bud and after her second year in college had realized that she was not to be blessed with anything more than a couple of adolescent-like swells.

"I'm really glad you came to visit for a few months," she said, closing her robe around her thin body. "What with Benji visiting I can sure use a little help in the kitchen." Benji was her and Tanya's nephew. He was eighteen, well-developed and very nice. Beth enjoyed having him around. There were some projects to complete around the sprawling hillside home Cal had bought five years before.

"Benji has offered to help Cal with that stone fence he's building out back. And the road in needs some work before winter."

"I just love it out here," Tanya said, stretching. She felt robust and full of life. Beth wondered why her sister's husband had ever let her go. But she didn't want to bring anything like that up. She didn't want her sister to think she was prying. And yet Beth longed to tell Tanya some of the awful secrets in her own life. Like the fact that in all her married life she had not been penetrated by her own husband. Oh yes, she'd teen pregnant when they'd married. A crazy impossible accident. Almost impossible. As she gazed off through the window at the trees on the hill Beth remembered.

Cal had been almost as big then as he was now. Six and a half feet tall. Well over two hundred pounds. Two hundred pounds of muscle and broad shoulders. Cal's girl had given him the gate and since Beth hadn't dated much, they hung together that long ago summer. But there'd been a hitch. Cal was Beth's first cousin. And she hadn't been ready for his passion, his desire for her. They had gotten serious. They went less and less to public places as Cal sought to find the privacy he needed to seduce Beth.

Beth couldn't forget the first time she'd seen Cal's cock. She knew that she was abnormally small in the cunt. Her hymen had been torn in a childhood accident, but even so, it was impossible for her to use a tampon. She could barely squeeze her thumb up into her vaginal opening. She trembled, remembering more, remembering how badly Cal had wanted her. That dark night on the shore of the lake on the blanket.

"What are you thinking about," Tanya said, putting her teacup down. "Your face really looked strange."

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

"Aw, come on. I'm curious now."

"No, it's nothing. Really." Beth went to wash her teacup out in the sink. She wanted to continue her little reverie. It always excited her. The way Cal had moaned and rubbed his huge cock against her naked pussy. He had tried to put it in before but there wasn't room. So during that young and carefree summer Beth had gotten into the habit of letting him rub his glans against her blossomed, juice slickened cunt lips until he came. Cal used a handkerchief then to keep from getting any on her. But that night something different happened.

Cal had grabbed her wrists and pinned her back to the ground as he pumped his cock harder and harder against the yielding swells of her pubes. There had been pain. The head of her cousin's cock had pushed her opening as wide as it would go. He hadn't penetrated her but when his balls exploded their hot sap, the spurts had shot up into Beth's pussy. Two months later she knew the awful truth. She was pregnant, Beth's daughter was delivered a good four months after Cal had married her and they'd moved to another state to hide the truth from gossipy townspeople.

Now Lori was twenty and a beautiful young woman in her own right. She knew nothing of the details of her conception. Nor that her own father was her mother's cousin.

"I guess I'd better go see if Cal is up," Beth said finally, rinsing her hands in the cold water and wiping them dry. Tanya still looked only half awake. She stretched again and Beth saw a lazy sexuality. She wondered if her sister had normal-sized genitals. She wondered if she had a satisfying sex life now that she was divorced from her first husband. For an instant she almost blurted out what she'd been thinking of. She wanted so badly to share her frustrations with someone. At thirty-five she was still afraid of sex. She still didn't know much about it.

She hurried down the long hall to Cal's bedroom and closed the door behind her.

"Morning honey," Cal said. He was propped up on a pillow reading. Since they slept in separate bedrooms now, Beth rarely saw him in the nude. She'd forgotten that he always slept that way. Usually she popped in only long enough to give him a gentle shake and ask what he wanted for breakfast.

But this morning he'd awakened early. And there he was. A huge man, one knee bent, the other stuck out straight along the mattress. Beth stared at his cock like it was some magic cobra that could hypnotize her instantly. It rested along his thigh. It was as big around as an ax handle and the partially exposed glans peeked darkly from the opening in his foreskin.

"Com'ere," he laughed, tossing the book aside. She cringed a little but his fingers closed on her wrist.

"Oh Cal, I can't this morning. Tanya is in the kitchen."

"So, she can take care of herself. She's a big girl." He pulled her towards the bed. Beth knew that once he got his lips on her, once he started touching her, she'd be a goner. Because Beth knew she wasn't frigid. She was just scared stiff.

"I need a little breakfast treat," Cal said, licking his lips. It was the way they always started. He couldn't fuck her, but he could eat her out. And though the times he did always frightened and shocked Beth, she loved it. She sometimes almost fainted from the pleasure. But in receiving so much joy, she knew she was instantly obligated to please her husband in some way. And since she couldn't let him penetrate her pussy, there was only one other thing she knew how to do.

Cal had instructed her in the fine art of fellatio soon after their marriage and escape from Hortonville. He told her that a man needed a certain amount of sex. If she expected him to get it from her, she had to cooperate. Beth had cooperated. She'd suppressed her shock at putting her mouth around a man's prick and let Cal teach her.

He had her on her back now, legs spread. She was stripped of her robe and panties. It always made her feel skinny and exposed. She wished she had a plush, rounded body like her sister Tanya.

"Ohhhh, Cal! Ohhhh, God, honey we shouldn't be doing this in the morning. Tanya is going to know something's happening."

"Who gives a damn? We're married, aren't we?" He kissed the inside of her thigh in a licking, sexy way. She trembled and felt the muscles around her pussy relax and then convulse tighter. She ran her fingers down her belly. The ridge of her cesarean scar was hidden in a small wrinkle that crossed her abdomen. The doctor had done a good job. The scar was hardly noticeable. She could even wear a bikini without worry. But she hardly ever did.

"Ohhhh baby, you smell good this morning. Nice and funky and hot!" He licked the outer lips of her pussy. The dark hair was quickly matted into curlicues. He licked her slit until it opened. Then he spread her knees back and Beth began to writhe slowly on the bed. She was ashamed of letting herself go. But with Cal she could almost forget any fears. At least for a few moments.

"Honey, Honeeeeee!" she sighed, pumping her boyish hips as he worked his mouth hard against the smoldering, slickened lips of her pussy. There was a sucking sound as he lapped at her more furiously. She could feel her clit bulging out of its hiding place. She could feel his fingers digging into her slender thigh as he stretched the meaty opening even wider to lick every fold and crevice. She pumped her ass in an instinctive fucking motion.

Cal had her spread-eagled now and he was rooting like a hungry dog between her thighs. He knew her so well. He knew exactly the right spots to touch. She felt his tongue pressing up into her hole. The tight, muscular opening pinched down, pushing him back out. She felt a sudden sadness, knowing how much of a freak she really was. But Cal only pushed into her pussy again, using his tongue-tip like a tiny cock to excite the delicate sides of her opening. The friction was wonderful and she gave a whimper of passion to let him know how much he was exciting her.

"Whuuhhh, Cal!"

"Mmmmmmm, baby this is fine eating for a Saturday morning."

"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh ghhaaaaa!"

"Yeah baby, just go ahead and come."

"Oh I am! I am coming! Ohhhhh C-C-Cal!"

She jerked, pulling her knees up tight against her small breasts. But her husband still rooted between her cuntlips, lapping her like a dog then pressing his tongue into her tiny cunt again. She rolled her hips with wild abandon, her fingers clawing big lumps of the bedsheets.

A trembling scream filled the room as the final sharp ecstasy clit through her like a golden sword.

Her feet kicked the air in convulsive, random rhythms. Between her thighs she could still hear Cal drinking her juices. His tongue danced up and down her crevice, darting over her clit-tip, digging into the folds of her inner lips. And then it was over and she was being rolled onto her belly. Cal rubbed her thighs and buttocks and back to calm her down. He was such a wonderful husband. And she was such a lousy wife.

He was on his back now. Waiting. Though she didn't mind doing it for him, it was hard to pull herself together for the task. She gazed at his prick. The oversized organ that had never yet been inside her body. She'd had a baby squirted into her pussy by that thing and still Cal had never fucked her. She felt like some kind of perverse Virgin Mary. She was about to tell Cal that she wished she could take him like a wife was supposed to be able to do. But one look, one touch told her she'd best be still. There was no possibility of that ever happening.

Cal's cock was over ten inches long. When she hefted it gingerly in her fingers, it felt like a baseball bat. The head was beginning to swell, beginning to push out of the protective hood of the foreskin. It was glistening with moisture and she could smell the musky aroma. She closed her fingers around it just behind the flared crown. Then she edged the loose-fitting flesh back, back until the dark blue head was exposed. The foreskin fit like a thick collar behind the glans. A little smear of slickness appeared on her finger as she gently jacked the skin back over his cocktip. Her heart was beating hard and she licked her lips nervously. She had never gotten used to this part. The part Cal had taught her so meticulously.

He liked her to put her mouth to the end of his cock and slide her lips around him at the same time she forced his skin back. It was a strange sensation to feel that slick, smooth head filling her mouth, sliding between her lips and teeth.

"Baby, go on and do it to me! Goddamn, this is gonna be good."

Cal was a highly-sexed man. He liked to have his cock sucked. There was absolutely nothing wrong with wanting that or doing that or anything else he might want. But it frightened Beth to have something so huge in her mouth and know that she couldn't ever take it into her pussy. She didn't understand her fear. But it was there.

"Suck me honey, suck me good!"

"Yes darling." She pushed her pursed lips against his feverish tip. Then she eased his foreskin back and let her mouth curve around the spongy, blood-filled surface. It went into her mouth easily and she had to open her jaw big to take it. Her tongue lashed out instinctively to bathe the underside of his tip with spit. Cal stiffened and moved his hips in the bed. He was a giant stretched out there before her. She gazed at his heaving belly as her tongue did its work along the super-sensitive surfaces.

"Uhhhhhh!" he groaned, touching the sides of her face then slumping down on his back again.

The spit oozed from the corners of her lips now.

She worked her head slowly up and down in circles. She smacked as she sucked in her cheeks to excite him more. She had not yet even thought about the final moments other act. The trembling, hot explosion of his prick which would fill her mouth to overflowing with jizz.

Her small breasts felt swollen and tender. As she sucked she pushed a hand up her belly. She found one small pink nipple and pinched it between thumb and finger. Beth rarely touched her own body. She had been this way since a child. It was some kind of self-punishment for having been born a freak.

"Okay darling, yeah, now I'm gonna tell you what I'm thinking."

This was the part that Beth hated. But it was what Cal loved to do and she couldn't deny him. He liked to pretend he was fucking her and that her mouth was her pussy. Beth continued to suck, knowing that he was getting close. He always started his little fantasy when he was close.

"I'm in your pussy," Cal breathed. "It's tight… make it tighter!" Beth pulled her cheeks in around the bulging shape that almost choked her. Cal gasped with pleasure and went on. "Yeah, tight… good and tight! I'm just lying here and you're fucking me, see? Your hot little ass is pumping up and down. I can feel your tits rubbing my chest and when you put your legs together it makes your tight little hole even tighter. You're stripping me down good baby! You're really gonna suck every drop of my cum into your cunt!"

Beth was lapping her tongue furiously along the underside of his shaft now. She knew that was how he wanted it. She was sucking him hard, working him over good. She only wished that his fantasy could become a reality.

"Mmmmmm," she sighed, caught up in his own excitement despite the lie he was weaving.

"Here it comes baby. You've fucked the hell out of me! I'm gonna fill you full of jizz now baby! Ahhhhhhh!"

And the first hot jet spattered against the back of Beth's throat. She suppressed her desire to gag. It wasn't easy because the stringy stuff was leaking down, tanged around her tonsils. She swallowed quickly before the next fountain of cream poured out. Cal grabbed the sides of her head and pumped his hips savagely.

"Mmmmmnnhhuuuh!" she protested, helpless as his glans thumped against the roof of her mouth and then penetrated her throat. Beth was in a panic. She'd never had her husband's cock rammed into her throat like this! She couldn't breathe, couldn't think!

"Yuuuuhhkkk!"

"You lovely little bitch!" he growled, throwing her over onto her side where he pinned her with his legs and hands and kept fucking her mouth with furious, deep strokes. His cock was fully extended now and thick as a bull snake. It slid even deeper into her throat as he made her bend her head back.

He got a handful of hair to keep her in that position as he concentrated on getting his prick all the way in. When Beth felt his balls flop against the underside of her chin she gave a cry of utter panic and tried to close her teeth on him. But the moment had left her weak and helpless. She flopped in awful convulsions as his cocktip went down into her throat and Cal's balls nestled softly against her chin. The hot spurts of cream sprayed and frothed now. Some of the stuff bubbled up when she couldn't control her throat muscles. She felt a hot stream drip from one nostril. She was crying in fear and anger. But Cal had her rolled completely under him now as he fucked his last few strokes and pulled his cock from her lips.

For a long time she just lay there shuddering and moaning, the jizz leaking from her nose and mouth. Then she pushed herself up on her elbows and stared hatefully at him.

"You must think I'm some kind of dumb animal. Ohhh, I hate you! I'll never touch you again! I hate you, hate you, hate you!"

"Listen Beth, I kinda forgot myself. I just never get any real action."

"You're a sex maniac! That's what you are." She was on her feet now, swaying like a drunk. She wiped her mouth and spit at him. She couldn't believe the awful thing that had happened. He'd just thrown her over on her back and fucked her mouth like it was a pussy. She just couldn't cope any longer. She was going to lose her mind if she even thought about it any more.

Beth was running out of the room down the hall. She had her robe in her hand but couldn't get her arms in the sleeves. And then she was in her sister's arms, sobbing.

"Beth, honey, what's wrong?" Tanya held her by the shoulders and stared. Then Beth saw that her sister had smelled the pungent cum that was smeared all over her chin and neck.

"It was awful!" Beth sobbed, clinging to her. Tanya's eyes changed and then softened.

"Oh darling, you've got to tell me everything. I didn't know you were so miserable."

Beth broke away from her and fled. Her own house was like a maze as she bumped into walls and chairs. Until finally she was in her room upstairs with the door locked. She threw herself across her bed and sobbed without restraint.