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

CHAPTER THREE

Lori had been thinking about the fight her mother had had with Cal. It seemed they argued a lot lately. But she'd overheard a real bad one. She'd heard Tanya trying to soothe Beth. She'd heard everything but what the fight was actually about. She'd stayed in the downstairs bathroom until all the flak had passed and then sneaked out of the house to mull things over. That was four days ago.

"What you thinking, Lori?" Jim asked her.

"Nothing much." She smiled at him but her heart wasn't in it. Lately she'd been getting more and more bored with Jim Hanson. At twenty she was supposed to be in an exciting and vital time of her life. That was what everyone told her. And she was dating one of the most eligible bachelors in town. Jim was twenty-five, and almost out of law school. He would be a successful, dependable husband if she cared to accept his offer of marriage. But something had caused her to hesitate. It wasn't any one thing. It wasn't really something she could put her finger on. But it was something.

"God, would I love to wake up with you tomorrow morning." He pulled her against him. They were parked in front of the house. Lori wanted to go inside. Site wasn't tired. She was just a little tired of Jim. The radio on the dash of the Cadillac played soft, romantic melodies.

"Did you like the movie?" she asked, trying to make conversation.

"When I could concentrate," he said. His fingers were toying with the buttons of her blouse.

"Jim, I think I'd better go in."

"Not yet, darling. Let me hold you a little longer."

Lori pushed a lock of soft, brown hair out of her eyes and sighed. She knew Jim's routine. Maybe because she knew it so well, knew he wouldn't vary from it was the reason she was bored. He was a habitual person. He liked the same approach over and over again. Just as now he was undoing the bottom button of her blouse first. There wasn't anything particularly wrong with that, Lori thought. But why didn't he start at the top? Just once.

"I'm glad you never wear a bra," he whispered, putting his mouth against her cheek. Exactly the same moves, the same words he'd always used.

"I guess I'm not really big enough to bother," she said. That wasn't entirely true. Sometimes when running or jumping around, Lori wished she was in the habit of wearing one. But the damned things were so restricting, so uncomfortable.

"Mmmmmmm, so soft! You're lovely to touch, Lori," Jim said as he fingered her nipple.

Lori closed her eyes. She knew that her date had given the signal for her to begin. If she was to be on cue, she had to reach over and unzip his fly. Then she'd find his cock and pull it out. Jim had a passion for a quick hand-job at the end of a date. It was funny how prudish he was. Though she hadn't ever hinted that he couldn't make love to her, Jim had assumed that she wished to remain a virgin until after they were married.

"Uhhh, Lori, you're fantastic," he sighed, twisting his hips in the seat. She'd delayed her reaction but now felt obligated to go ahead with their little charade. What she really wanted was for him to get crazy. Pull off her clothes. Push her down on the seat and force her white thighs apart. She tried to imagine what his cock would feel like stabbing into her pussy. It wasn't really such a big cock. But it was better than nothing.

She had his fly open. Her fingers dug under his skivvies until she found the damp, hot snake and eased it out. Jim was not what you could call hung. Lori had measured him in her mind. She guessed he had five inches. And again she admitted that there was nothing wrong with that at all. It was a nicely shaped cock, thick around the shaft and curiously broad and blunt at the tip. It was enough to please her, she knew. But with it attached to Jim Hanson, there was something missing.

"Oh yes! Do that, darling! Do it faster." Jim leaned his head back on the seat. His dark hair was a little mussed now. It was the only time she saw it like that. And he had seemingly forgotten her tits. Though her blouse was parted back wide to expose the nicely-shaped, medium-sized orbs tipped with ruddy fingers of flesh. But then this was the way it always was. Jim got his and assumed that a girl could live without a climax. Since he didn't encourage her to beg, Lori never had. Jim Hanson was not the kind of man she wanted to beg.

His cock had swollen to its full size now. She could see it in the green reflection off the dash. The head was filled out like a mushroom and it pulsed in her palm. For a moment she found herself excited again. Her clit thumped in the juicy folds where it usually hid. She could feel the muscles around her pussyhole squeezing in tense spasms of sexual pleasure. In all her twenty years on the earth, Lori had been penetrated only twice. Neither time had been especially satisfying. Pleasurable, yes. Satisfying no.

"Honey!" Jim gasped, pumping his hips.

"Shall I get out your handkerchief?" she said, unable to hide the invitation in her voice. She rocked her hips back and forth in the lush leather seat. She wished that he would touch her like that. And sometimes he did get a finger into her panties. But Jim had no idea how to excite a woman. He fumbled around in the wet folds like a lost child until Lori usually made him stop out of frustration. She'd never had the nerve to tell him exactly how to feel her up. It would destroy someone like Jim. Utterly destroy his sense of manhood.

"Lori… Goddamn!"

His cock was as rigid as a short piece of steel pipe. The skin slid loosely on the inner hardness. She could feel the tube along the bottom now. It was bulging as if readying itself for the powerful flood of cream that would soon come spurting up. Again Lori felt a little of the excitement she'd experienced the first time she'd done it to him. His shirt was opened enough so that she could see his heaving belly. She could see the sparse hair that went in a line down his abdomen and the thicker, tighter curls around his cock and balls. Her fingers tightened on his prick now and she jacked him more roughly.

"Ahhhhh," Jim growled, jerking in a frantic, wild way. Lori almost wanted to hurt him. She wanted to make him understand what she needed as a woman. She tightened her fingers even more, strangling the place behind his glans. It was angry dark and bigger than she'd ever seen it.

"Whhuuuuh," he gasped, "Jeeeeesussss!"

"Do you want me to get your hanky?" she asked again.

"Better… get… it!" Jim choked out. Lori curled her lips in a smile and let go of his cock. She'd never done anything like that before. She wondered what sort of effect it would have on him.

"Lori, for God's sake don't stop!" He was angry. Yelling at her. She glared at him, his handkerchief dangling from her fingers. Jim glared back. He grabbed her wrist roughly and tried to make her take his cock again. Something unexplainable made her pull back.

"For Christ's sake, I'm about to come, Lori! What in hell are you…"

"Doing?" she finished for him. Then she tossed his handkerchief into his lap. It landed over his prick, draping it like a statue about to be unveiled. "I'm going to let you do it yourself."

There was a strangled, awful noise in her date's throat. And then he grabbed his own cock and began to jack it. The handkerchief fell aside as a small fountain of hot jizz leaped a foot into the air. It fell around Jim's fingers so that now his pumping fist made a slick, squishy sound. More white strings leaped up and splatted down again. Lori was breathing hard, her lips pressed angrily together. She was disgusted with him. Not because of what he was doing. But because of the way he assumed so damned much. The bastard.

"Ohhh… ohhh shit!" Jim grunted, milking his cock. The cum was just oozing out now. The head and shaft of his prick were coated with milky, glistening curds. The sharp aroma filled the car. That was what made Lori grab her door handle and work it frantically. The smell of fresh, raw jizz always drove her wild. There was something about it that made her crazy for sex. And ironically, it always meant too that her date was incapacitated.

"You incapacitated son of a bitch," she spit, getting out.

"Lori! Wait! What the hell is wrong with you tonight?" She was walking rapidly up the lawn. "Did I say something?" Jimmy tried. "Did I do something to irritate you?"

She closed the front door behind her and leaned against it. Then she saw the small speck of white glistening on her arm. She wanted to wipe it off, to forget about it. But instead she brought her wrist up to her nose and sniffed.

"Goddamn every man on the face of the earth," she whispered. But even as the words crossed her lips, she touched her tongue to the silky fluid and savored the sour, flat taste. It was the first time in her life she'd ever experienced a man's cum in her mouth. But there was only a drop and it was gone almost before she had a chance to really get the taste and texture firmly in her mind.

She was breathing hard, almost panting as she went into the kitchen. She put an ice cube in an old-fashioned glass and went to the dining room and opened the liquor cabinet. Five fingers of her father's best Scotch would help. She let the ice work on the liquor for a moment or two before drinking half of it down.

"Wow," she breathed, shaking her head. Her eyes watered but she drank the rest down and poured in just half as much again. She went upstairs with the ice jingling in her glass. "Goddamn all men. I hate all men…" she mumbled.

She came around the corner of the upstairs hall and almost ran into the gowned figure of her visiting aunt. Tanya gave a squeal of surprise and seemed to flounder for something to say.

"I… I was needing a drink myself," she blurted. "You must've just gotten in from your date, Lori."

"Yep." Lori swirled her drink. She felt a little drunk.

"Did you have a nice time?"

"Wonnerful. Just wonnerful." She hiccuped. Tanya glanced nervously down the hall and gave a thin smile.

"Well I think I'll go have that drink and go to bed. Night Lori."

Lori watched her pretty blonde aunt descend the stairs. She was really a cover girl. But then Lori didn't think she was so bad herself. She'd done a little modeling, caught the eye of more than one photographer. She hiccuped again.

On her way to her room she was able to stop the tiny spasms in her throat. She pushed open the door and entered the darkened space. She'd closed it behind her and was reaching for the light switch when her cousin's voice made her jump.

"God Tanya," he said softly, "I'm glad you came."

Lori just froze there, her boozy state of mind making her slow to figure things out. Then she remembered that her parents had asked her to move to the room next door while Benji was there visiting. She had given him her room, since it had a connecting bath. Lori hadn't minded the move. She'd just forgotten. She'd stumbled by habit to her old familiar bedroom. And in doing so she'd discovered a little secret. She knew at once where Tanya had been going in her flowing gown. The liquor in her blood almost made her laugh. But then she was trembling with lusty excitement. Another possibility had occurred to her. Sober she might never have considered it for a moment. But half drunk she considered it more with each passing second.

"Tanya?" Benji called, voice hushed but urgent.

"Ssshhhhh," she hissed, gaining a little time to think things out. Benji thought she was Tanya. The room was pitch black. The opportunity was to fantastic to resist. There wasn't enough difference in size between her and her aunt to really matter. And if Benji never suspected, she could do something about the pounding lust she felt. Yes, the liquor had only made her more wanton, more hungry for some real action.

"Where are you Tanya?" Benji breathed.

Lori turned the key in the door and groped her way across the room. It was easy to find the bed. She reached out to touch her cousin's bare leg. A jolt of pleasure made her gasp with delight. She hadn't realized just how horny she was. She smoothed her palm up and down his thigh, shivering with the knowledge of the naughty thing she was doing. Her own cousin! Not that she hadn't had her share of fantasies about him. He was a nice kid. Handsome. Pretty sexy. But her surprise came then as her palm accidentally strayed to his crotch. He was naked in the bed and his cock jumped to her touch.

"Ohhhh," she breathed, careful to disguise the sound. Benji's cock was big! She guessed seven inches. It was lovely and hard and long. She felt dizzy from wanting it. With another sigh she put her face down against his thigh and started kissing him. In an instant Lori realized the suppressed emotions she had inside her. All these years she'd hidden her hunger from her boring steady date. Now she knew that she had longed to suck a male cock! She had longed to do unnamable things and have them done to her. Free at last from Jim Hanson's prudish code, she felt like an animal who'd been freed from a cage.

"God, Tanya… Ohhh, God!"

She was nuzzling in the soft sack of his balls. Her nose pressed the slippery eggs around as she kissed him again and again. The sensation was totally new to her and she was breathless, her skin washed with sexy tingles. She began to lick the underside of his shaft as he lay there on his back. She lapped at him like a cat on cream. Benji pitched in the bed, his hands touching her hair now.

"Tanya! Tanya!"

That heavy shape felt so hot, so smooth. She could trace the veins with the tip of her tongue. She traced them up to where his glans bulged out sharply. Then she continued to swath the sensitive surface with hot spit. Benji was gasping, pumping his hips. And Lori realized that she was about to do something she'd only dreamed of doing before. She was going to slip her lips around his prick and suck it!

"Ohhhhh!" her cousin sighed as his flared crown went between her teeth. She smacked at it noisily. The spit ran down her chin. Her breath was hot against Benji's flesh. He smoothed her hair as she suckled at him like a hungry piglet at a nipple. And she was hungry. She took the unbelievable shape of his cock deeper into her mouth. She'd never felt anything like that… ever! It was so spongy and soft at the tip. But there was a firmness below the sponginess. She pushed the tip of her tongue hard against his glans and felt him stiffen. He held his breath as she explored the blood-packed knob with teasing, curious licks. Then she made a strong suction with her cheeks and once again took him very deep.

"Yaaaaagghhhuuuuh!" Benji cried, flopping around under her. She was on her knees between his legs, bent over so that the curtain of her hair tickled his belly and thighs. His prick was so stiff now! She was aware that if she kept on like that she might not have the fun she planned.

"What's happening?" Benji gasped in surprise when she took her mouth away and stood up beside the bed. The sound of her clothes coming off answered him. She dropped everything in a pile on the rug and shivered there in the darkness. Her nakedness made a new fire burst up between her thighs. She raked a finger in her juicy crevice and smeared it under her nose. She remembered doing that as a child once. And now that she was free from Jim Hanson, she could do it again. The musky smell made her clench her teeth. Her eyes had adjusted a little to the darkness. It was still too dark to discern much, but she could see the dim outline of Benji's prick throbbing up against his belly. It glistened with her spit.

"Let's fuck, Tanya," Benji said.

Lori didn't know why she got down on her hands and knees on the floor. She only followed the powerful instincts that seemed so overpowering. The emotions and desires that had burst from the dam she'd created inside her all these years. Benji hovered over her, reached out to touch her back. Then he was kissing her there, rubbing the firm, round swells of her buttocks. She gave a soft whimper of lust, hoping that Tanya whimpered in somewhat the same way. Benji was too wrapped up in what he was about to do to discover anything important.

"Uhhhh," she gasped, not so afraid to keep quiet now. Benji had accepted her. She was female. And that was obviously the most important thing.

His fingers went between her thighs and she opened them, moving her knees wider on the rug. He touched her mound, rubbed the swollen lips open. Lori had never felt anything so sexy in her life! She realized just how inexperienced and protected she'd become.

"Hhhuhh," she groaned, pumping her ass as her cousin pressed a finger down along her clit. The bulging nub of dripping flesh extended against his touch. He made slow circles around it and then pushed it down again. She clicked her teeth together and her toes fanned from the excitement.

"God, this is so much fun, Aunt Tanya."

"Whhuuhhh! Nhhuuhhh!"

"I never did it like this before." He touched his cock up between her thighs. His finger stroked her crevice steadily. The slick sound of her folds clasping around his knuckles was driving Lori half mad with want. That feverish cocktip was only inches from her dripping pussy. She pumped her hips again. Then she reached her hand back under her body, back between her legs. She took the heavy meat gingerly in her fingers and guided it up, pressed it between her inner folds. The velvety flesh squirted apart and her sex butter spread over the head. Benji trembled. He jabbed his hips, trying to spear her pussy. But it was a difficult angle. She had to help him, had to let her back curve sharply downward so her pussy was lined up at the right angle.

"Ohhhh shit," he moaned, pumping at her now that his cock had slipped into the tight circle of muscles. She squeezed down with her sphincter, clasping him behind the glans. Benji shuddered again and spread sloppy kisses across her back and shoulders.

Then he was pumping furiously, trying to bury himself deeper. The size of his cock was absolutely exhilarating. Lori figured that she'd never been properly fucked. It was so tight going in. It rubbed the sides of her pussy, stretching them, tickling them in a way that made her want to scream with joy. Her opening squeezed and relaxed with a steady rhythm. She was milking at that rigid thing already, wanting its potent sap. But first she wanted to come!

"Whhhooo," she sighed.

"Is it good?" Benji asked.

"Ssshhhhh." She couldn't have him asking her questions. She just couldn't let him find out who she was at a time like this.

His fingers grasped her hips, pulling her ass back against his lunging, frantic fucking. The effect was immediate. Lori tossed her trim bottom up and down. Then she was making quick circles as her cousin rooted deeper with the knobby, hot head of his cock. Her insides caught at him. Her head dangled weakly between her arms as she felt her pussy inflamed with the blood that pounded through her loins. She was being fucked! Really fucked!

The slick slap of their bodies together made her cry out again. Her clit was jutting out from her body like a hungry finger. And though it was in no direct contact with her cousin's body, the stretch of her membranes from the fucking was exciting the steamy slick nubbin. But Lori caught Benji's wrist just the same and guided his finger around the front of her thigh and down against her slit. He began to rub her clit with a rhythm that was only half of that he used to spear her pussy. Lori almost choked on the joyous surge of pleasure she felt.

"Huuhhh… ohhhh, yeessss!" she babbled, not caring anymore whether Benji found out who she was. "Ohhhh fuck me!"

"Tanya?" he gasped, still fucking her with furious, frantic jabs. "You sound… weird."

"Uhhhhh! Benjeeeee!" she cried, falling forward as her arms crumpled. She felt the teasing itch of her climax build to maddening proportions. The whole underside of her young body was a storm of pleasure. She couldn't move fast enough, couldn't get to the core of the itch! Benji was stretched along her back now, plunging against her soft ass as his cock ravished her hole. As he took her up, in a swirling storm of ecstasy.

Her pussy tightened down on him as she came. Benji hesitated as her muscles squeezed his cocktip. Then he shuddered and speared so deep that Lori felt her womb pushed up deeper inside her belly. She pounded the floor with her fists and babbled. Now Benji had his rhythm slowed so that his cum squirted into her with agonizing slowness. He made noises like someone was torturing him. But Lori knew that her tight, hot pussy was making it especially good for him. She felt a surge of pride and happiness as her climax continued with weaker tremors of pleasure. She was giddy with happiness. She had never know such release. Such energy! She lay her head against the rug and cried for joy.

"Tanya?"

Benji put his face against her back, sucking in huge lungfuls of air. He was still moving his prick around inside her body. Lori could feel the difference his cum had made. She was very slippery inside. And something hot and stringy was leaking out around the edges of her opening.

"It is you, isn't it Tanya?" Benji whispered, real doubt in his voice now.

Lori rolled him off of her back. Then she had his face between her hands and was kissing him, using her tongue willfully. He sighed and kissed her back. She had a yearning to kiss the head of his cock. It was coated with the sharp-smelling cream that flowed front a man's balls when he filled a woman. She wondered how it would really feel on her chin and cheeks. But she shivered and pulled away.

"You're not Tanya!" Benji said. Lori had already scooped up her clothing and made it across darkened room. Benji was getting to his feet. But then she had the door unlocked and was outside, shutting it again. Thank God the hall light was off. He still hadn't seen her. She hurried to her room and shut the door softly. Benji was in the hall now, searching for the female who'd sneaked in uninvited to take him on a ride. Lori bit her bottom lip and smiled.

"Oh God, if that wasn't the craziest stunt I've ever pulled!" she said to herself. Benji was standing near her closed door now. She could almost feel his tumid, nervous presence. Then he was gone. She heard his door shut again and let out her breath.

With a mirror in her hand, Lori sat on the edge of her bed in the glow from her table lamp. She gazed in fascination at the swollen, ravished state of her pussy. The outer lips were swollen so much that her softer, slicker folds were all pushed out. She could see the inner labia clearly defined and the turgid button of her clit completely exposed. The whole area was red and a little raw-looking. Then she found that she'd tightened her pussy hole ever since her cousin had slipped his cock out. She tried relaxing it and a dribble of white cum dripped onto the mirror.

"Ohhhh, God in heaven, that was wonderful fucking I got!" she sighed, licking the milky stuff from the glass. Now she could really taste it. She let more drip onto the mirror and quickly lapped it off.

"It's lucky my period will be due in a few days." The possibility of ending up with her cousin's baby growing in her belly didn't particularly appeal to her. But Benji was a wonderful fuck! "Until I wake up sober tomorrow morning." She shook her head slowly. "My own cousin!" Lori put out the light and lay on her back naked. Her body had a warm glow to it and her pussy felt deliciously plump and comfortable. She could have stared fretting about the terribly daring thing she'd pulled off. But she chose to sleep instead.

Sleep came as a breeze from the open window played across her tits.