"Aunt Dorothy book I" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wilkinson Grace)

CHAPTER FIVE

Dorothy tried to scream when she felt the hands grabbing her from the back, but two hands clamped over her mouth while other hands quickly adjusted a blindfold to her eyes. She heard herself making muffled sounds… frantic cries for help that came out nothing like the panicky shrill shrieks she was trying to make. She realized that she was being hustled into the cabin, pushed from behind… and the shuffle of feet and the hands that she felt told her that there was more than one person there… at least two… maybe three! She thought she was going to faint then and there… but some sense of self preservation kept her conscious. If she was going to be physically harmed, she had to remain as alert as possible, to try to do anything possible to stop it!

Her reassuring words to Art echoed in her brain… and she realized just how foolish she had been to attempt this alone. As she felt herself being lowered – to the floor? – with a surprising gentleness, she began to sob as best she could with the gag covering her mouth. Being unable to see was terrifying and she was sure now that she was involved with maniacs of some sort. What was going to happen to her? She wanted to plead with them… to tell them she would do anything if only they wouldn't harm her… but the gag kept her from being able to communicate with her attackers. Absurdly, she wished that she had had a drink or two before this dreadful night had started. As she lay back on what seemed a soft enough surface, she was puzzled as nothing further happened. She sensed the presence of others in what she knew was a small room, but she didn't know how near or far away they were. Suddenly she tried to get up… there were no ropes binding her. Perhaps she could get away! As she began to scramble to her feet, she felt herself being firmly pushed back to the ground.

"We're not going to hurt you," a strange voice said. It sounded as if it were being muffled in some way… and yet there was something familiar about it… something she couldn't quite place.

Dorothy gulped and trembled. She felt so helpless… so useless!

The voice continued… was it the same one? She couldn't be sure.

"We intend to keep your little secret… about you and your brother-in-law… you know…"

Dorothy was panic stricken. She felt guilty enough as it was about her feelings for Art without having it drummed home to her in this hideous way. It was almost like some form of punishment… and even though she had been shocked when she'd received the anonymous note, it had in some way seemed to be a product of her inner psyche. Hadn't she known all along that she would be punished for her unbridled lust for her dead sister's husband?

"We have photographs…"

Photographs! The word exploded in Dorothy's mind. How could they possibly… and what of… unless… through the living room window! She recalled her obscenely splayed legs on the sofa that night… her rapture as Art's knowing fingers played teasingly between her thighs. Yes, she supposed someone could have taken a picture of that. It was possible, she thought with a sinking feeling. She had succumbed like a slut to her body's desires… quickly, without even thinking about it she had been overwhelmed and her own baby boy, Joe, had been sleeping in one of the next rooms! Well, now she was getting her just desserts alright! She just wished they would hurry and tell her what they wanted from her. She would agree… scrape together any amount of money… never see her darling Art again except in the most innocent circumstances… anything… anything!

"If you will cooperate… we will destroy them…"

It was definitely a different voice this time, coming from the right. She tried to be observant… she might have to remember all of this later. She remembered movies she had seen during which the blindfolded detective was able to tell just where the criminals had taken him from certain sounds… certain clues. But she didn't seem to be able to concentrate properly… she was too afraid… too upset.

"IF you cooperate…" the voice continued.

Violently, Dorothy shook her head yes… up and down… yes… yes… anything… she thought.

"Good!" the voice said. There was a pause. "First then, we will remove your clothes."

Dorothy jumped and automatically her hands crossed her breasts as though this futile gesture would protect her. She shook her head no just as violently as she had said yes before and tried once more to escape but she was forced back down once again and the mere touch of the alien hand now was enough to send her cringing back to the floor. She began to sob again, completely undone. How could this possibly be happening to her! She was going to be raped by complete strangers! The thought made her entire body tremble and shake all over and she felt as though she were going to lose all control of her senses. But instead, she just lay there cringing into what felt like blankets beneath her on the wooden floor, horrifying visions of what was to come filling her head.

"Don't worry…" a voice said, and it sounded almost kind. "We won't do anything to hurt you!"

From the other side the slightly higher-toned voice added: "You wouldn't want old Nick to see the photos, would you… and the rest of the neighborhood as well!"

The very thought made Dorothy want to disappear into the floor. If only she could somehow become invisible just to get up and walk out of there. If only she were somewhere miles away… beyond reach… out of sight of her lewd tormentors! But she wasn't and she couldn't help visualizing her husband Nick looking at the photographs of her and her brother-in-law… no doubt her face would have betrayed all of the acute ecstasy she'd felt. No doubt they were clear, color photographs, the kind that formed the center stories in Life magazine. Every detail of her lewd adultery would be clear! Her marriage would be ruined… Art's job gone… her reputation as the proper Mrs. Nicholas Rogers shattered. Well, there wasn't much left of her marriage anyway, but she couldn't let Art be ruined. How would he support the children while he searched for another job? The children! The children were bound to find out… someone would tell them… she was sure of that… there were enough malicious people in the world who would make sure that the children knew just what happened. Oh God, she had no choice! No choice. Only to give in to them… their evil dirty hands on her body… forcing her… touching her intimately…! She shuddered on the floor… shuddered and started to slowly shake her head yes… shamefully… up and down… yes… yes. For Art's sake… for her own sake… and most of all she would submit for the children's sake!

Joe glanced at his sister. Lee was breathing hard through the handkerchief she was using to disguise her voice… and he could see that her eyes were gleaming with excitement. She returned his gaze and Joe knew that the time had come. Below them on the floor lay the one woman who had occupied most of his dreams for the past year and maybe even more. Ever since he could remember, Aunt Dot had been someone special to him… even more special than his mother had been when she was alive, although he had never admitted that to himself before this moment! He didn't know just what it was… but it just was! Aunt Dot too, had always seemed to return his special feelings… when she looked at him, Joe always knew that it was with great love… and he didn't know how to describe it… something special.

Now Joe bent down toward the woman who was in reality his mother. He touched her foot and saw her involuntarily draw her leg away. Lee spoke through her handkerchief.

"You will cooperate!"

Dorothy felt two small hot palms slowly push her knees apart. She jerked and tried to stop them… but someone else caught her hands and held them out on either side of her unprotected body. The hands were sliding hotly up the inner softness of her thighs under her dress. Why hadn't she worn slacks! She twitched and moaned as they reached the top of her stockings and began to toy with the smooth sensitive flesh that lay between her hips and above her sheer hosiery. She heard heavy breathing and groaned from the awful humiliation of being touched by a complete stranger in such luridly helpless circumstances. Then another, more hideous thought struck her. Art had given her an hour before he said he would come after her! She tried to calculate how long she had already been there. Heaven knew what would happen if he came and discovered her being abused by these monsters! She could only hope that it would all be over before he arrived. Perhaps, she thought, if she were more cooperative… it would end… she would have the photos and she would be out of there… it would all be finished… a bad memory perhaps, but one which would allow the rest of her life to be resumed on some sort of normal level!

Joe made light contact with the thin legband of elastic that surrounded the sheer pink panties where tiny blonde strands of pubic hair curled out from underneath the edges. Dorothy groaned as he rummaged about on the outer edges, pushing it and sliding the material into the narrow slit of her trembling vagina. He was surprised at how still she lay now, almost as though she had resigned herself to what was happening. A new shaft of excitement pierced his heart at the thought of his audacity. He was actually touching her cunt! He felt Lee's bright eyes on him as she observed everything he did and he knew that all her lessons had served him well… he was going to go through with the whole thing without a hitch. His wildest dreams realized!

He played teasingly at first and then his index finger slipped suddenly beneath the thin protective crotch band and he flicked at the moisture of her exposed cuntal lips where they pulsed involuntarily beneath the thin pink panties. Dorothy groaned beneath the newest attack on her private world. She felt so open and vulnerable down there between her legs… and she knew that the other person, whoever it was, was watching this lewd act… an act of which she, Dorothy Rogers was the star!

Joe peered greedily up his mother's dress. But to him, she was Aunt Dot, a beautiful luscious blonde creature who looked the way he had always imagined she would when they would be in the position they now found themselves to be. He feasted lewdly upon the tight, bearded little hole between her legs until Dot suspected what he was doing and tiny tears of humiliation streamed down beneath her blindfold and she wondered what was to become of her. It was all so confusing! But she remembered the threats… and the photographs… and a determination came over her… a determination to stand it in order to protect her world and her child. Small choking sounds were rising in her chest, but she tried to stifle them. Perhaps if she acted as though she were aroused… it would all be over faster! She fell back in helpless submission. There was nothing else she could do after all! She felt the hem of her dress being pushed way up and bunched around her hips and all the while two hands held onto her arms, keeping her from moving them one way or the other. Then she felt her thin pink panties, no longer any protection to her, being slipped down over the tops of her naked thighs.

"Oh God, no… no!" she groaned helplessly, panic rising to the surface once more. "No!"

"Lift up!" the voice behind her commanded… and after only a second's hesitation, she obeyed, lifting her back up and feeling the smooth material being slowly pulled down off her voluptuously rounded hips, rolling down her thighs, revealing the entire surface of her golden hair-covered pussy.

Joe gasped. Aunt Dot's pussy lay naked before him. He heard Lee give a little cry too as they both stared at the sensuous sight of her helplessly exposed pubic triangle.

Dorothy had never felt more degraded in her life. She knew that even when she got the pictures back it would be a long while before she was the same again… a long, long while!

Joe pulled the panties down along the most exquisite legs in the world and lifted them off of his aunt's feet. She was still wearing her stockings and garter belt and her high-heeled shoes, but he decided to leave those on… they were pretty and besides they didn't hamper anything.

He looked up at Lee for advice… shall we take her dress off? Lee shook her head no… and pointed to her watch and Joe realized that it was true. The longer they took, the more danger there was in being caught. He would have to hurry. He bent over the helplessly spread female and first deeply inhaled the fragrance of her open vagina. The perfume of her body exhilarated him and he felt he was no longer a fourteen-year-old boy but an ageless man… a man who was born for this very moment. Hesitantly beneath his sister's approving gaze, Joe flicked out his tongue and wetly teased the slit of Aunt Dot's pussy. His tongue ran over the tiny bits of smooth flesh as well as the golden curly pubic hairs that protected them. Dorothy jumped against the hands that held her but to no avail… thumbs spread the soft hair-lined lips between her thighs and the teasing tongue probed back into her widespread pussy. She felt him kneeling between her legs so that they would remain apart and he continued the lascivious stroking with his deftly worming tongue slowly up and down within her secret slit, pausing at the most sensitive areas to rotate it about in small titillating circles against the moist bare flesh.

"Ohhh, God!" Dorothy thought she was going to go out of her mind. Never had she felt more horrible and degraded… it was ghastly! But she couldn't even cry out to him to stop. Inwardly she screamed, I can't stand it… I just can't stand it! Still the tongue teased between her open thighs, working its way all the way from her vagina through the palpitating narrowness of her outer cunt to the throbbing head of her clitoris. She was alarmed that this illicit flicking was making it begin to throb and she could feel it growing into a full erection against her will! She was squirming her hips down into the blanket now in a futile effort to escape the punishing tongue, but it did no good. Low guttural moans and pleas rose in her throat but were effectively stopped by the gag. The white plane of her belly danced before the children's eyes as Joe continued his hungry lapping at her helplessly exposed pussy.

His eyes bulging up from his enjoyable task, Joe looked beyond the golden-fleeced mound of his Aunt Dot's writhing cunt toward his sister. She nodded for him to continue.

"She's getting hot now!" she mumbled excitedly through her handkerchief.

And it was true. Aunt Dorothy's groans of desperation were slowly changing. Her thrashing body was quieting down to a more steady writhing. Her humiliation was turning into something else. The soft gentle stroking of her attacker's tongue was beginning to bring wicked tingles of pleasure to her brain. She felt exhausted by what was happening to her… indeed, by all that had happened recently. An odd thought entered her tortured mind.

"If this is your punishment, you might as well enjoy it!"

And she felt her body begin a definite responsive reaction to the lewd caresses to which it was being subjected. She felt control slipping away… but something told her she would have to get it back… she couldn't allow this to happen. But it kept on happening… her body was betraying her! What if Art were to come in and find her enjoying this depraved licking down between her legs! And yet, in spite of her resolve not to succumb, her vagina began to throb hotly and the wet tonguing of her clitoris was driving her insane. It was impossible… but it felt wonderful! Yes, no doubt this was her punishment… to actually enjoy a helpless cruel rape… to find an obscene act performed upon her naked body exciting beyond all control…

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…" she moaned in spite of her desire not to. Unwillingly she began to squirm her hips upward to meet Joe's agile tongue.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…" she repeated as he attached his mouth to the wide split of her cunt and began to suck upon the smooth moist tissues inside the bearded elastic mouth.

"Oooooooooooooohhhhhh…"

Suddenly there were hands reaching beneath her dress again searching for her breasts. The person behind her was no longer holding her arms down, but was now teasing her nipples! Dorothy abandoned herself to the sudden rush of pleasure as the unknown fingers twisted her erect, full rounded breasts while down between her thighs her pussy seemed like a hot glowing coal being flamed to greater and greater heights of lust.

"Hurry… put it in her now… NOW!" the one at her breasts breathed excitedly. The voice was very close to her ear and again it sounded familiar… it was a light voice, almost like a little girl's, but she knew that didn't make any sense. And, the obscene attentions being paid to her breasts and cunt made her beyond caring… she felt lost… a poor lost soul… condemned to hell… and that hell was now down between her open legs!

Joe raised his glistening wet face and knew immediately what Lee meant. He quickly opened his fly and withdrew his thickly pulsing member. It felt hard as granite in his hands… and bigger than it had ever been. Before him, he took in the small pink opening of Aunt Dot's seeping vagina… just waiting and ready for his cock! He was really going to fuck her… yes he really was!!! Dorothy cried out at the sudden loss of contact at her yearning genitals. God, he thought, she really wants it! She really digs it!

On an impulse, he suddenly reached up and removed the gag from her mouth. He noted that his sister's fingers were hidden deep within her dress and were kneading insistently at the older woman's breasts. The sight made his cock grow still harder. As soon as the gag was off, Aunt Dorothy instantly ceased her mindless writhing… there was a silence and then suddenly she said…

"Please… Oh, God, please do it to me… now… Now, I tell you… now!"

She had to quench the horrible desire that had risen inside her loins, had to know physical peace before she could think straight again. And besides… then it would be over then she could leave… It would all be over!

Joe kneeled up into her legs, holding his breath. His still virgin cock was going to know the inside of a woman's cunt for the first time in his life. What Joe didn't know was that the first woman would be his own mother!

"Aunt Dot!" he thought. "Oh sweet Aunt Dot… I'm going to fuck you… Oh, wow, I'm going to fuck you!"

He took another look at the shapely, wildly opened legs and bent down to ease them still wider. Her stockings had gotten ripped somehow and her garter belt strands were all twisted and stretched. Her luscious coral-hued vagina seemed looser and moister than it had been before and Joe thought he'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He pushed his cock forward and began to worm the smooth rubbery head of it into the velvety cuntal flesh.

"Oooooooooo… my God!" Dorothy responded, the boyish prick tantalizing her tormented cunt until her helpless whimpers filled the whole room. And then finally, he thrust the thick tip into the surging entrance to her vagina, pushing upward, continuing the slow, constant act of penetration until his boyish young cock was finally buried completely up in her white quivering belly…

He gritted his teeth at the almost unbearably pleasurable sensation and refrained from calling out her name, listening as his aunt began chanting with desire.

"Oooohhhhhh… aaaaaaaahhhhhhh…"

His body inclined back from her as his boyish cock attempted to reach the farthest height of her cunt and although it did not seem to go to the very end, it went in completely out of sight, buried deep inside her cunt so that his sperm-filled testicles hung flush against her smooth naked buttocks.

From her position staring down over her aunt, Lee could see that the older woman was completely enraptured. Her mouth opened and closed and sounds of ecstasy poured forth from it in a steady stream.

Dorothy started rotating her hips up to meet the boy so that he had to hold onto her thighs to keep from being thrown backwards. His rigid shaft felt fabulously pressured by her raging cuntal sphincter. Again and again he shuffled in toward her on his knees, forcing his cock deep into his mother's now hungrily contracting channel. It was like sliding into the ripeness of a peach or a mellow apricot as her hot streaming pussy hungrily swallowed his virgin young penis, pumping it lewdly, clutching at it as surely as a hand might have.

Lee watched, her fingers still kneading her aunt's wondrously soft breasts. She was fascinated at the sight of her brother's obscenely thrusting, perspiring young body. Between her legs she felt distinctly troubled by all that was happening… and she gave a slight moan herself at the sensuous feel of another woman's flesh beneath her fingers.

Joe's cock, from where she watched, appeared and disappeared like a well oiled piston into her aunt's straining pussy. It was reddish and swollen and each time he rammed into her, she gave an excited grunt and her breasts throbbed heavily in Lee's manipulating fingers.

Dorothy's thighs spread even wider and she tried to lift her legs up higher so that the boyish feeling cock could enter her still deeper. Even though it was not very large, the lunging boy's prick was arousing her inner flesh with tantalizing hot blows… and the perversity of her position of being fucked against her will by a complete stranger there in a deserted shack in the middle of Fairmount Park made her feel a sudden and overwhelming desire to cum. She could hear her attacker groaning too, and she tried to visualize what this gentle rapist might look like. Impulsively, she lifted her hands up since they were now free, and managed to touch his face. Why, it felt smooth… like a young boys! He was probably not much older than her own son, Joe, she thought suddenly.

To avoid her fingers on his face, Joe leaned forward over her, winding his hands into her hair, his mouth close to her, his face near his sister's, who was kneeling behind Aunt Dot's head. His prick kept fucking in and out of her and he laboured with delight over this beautiful blonde angel who writhed in helpless passion beneath him… trying to hold back the flood of his rising sperm until she too had reached her most acute moment.

Lee had taught him well, he reflected, and although she had never let him fuck her little pussy, she had told him enough and together they had read enough to know what to do when the real trial came. He was gratified to feel his aunt's cuntal lips clasping tighter and more hungrily around the fleshy intrusion of his virgin penis.

Dorothy began to feel the incredible rising tide within her quivering belly. She was completely helpless, not only because of her lewd attackers, but because of her own now uncontrolled masochistic desires. Her nerves felt stretched to the breaking point. There was nothing to do… no place to go but up… up into the delicious orgasm she felt beginning to build deep inside her hotly pulsating vagina. The cock inside her loins slipped out once and then quickly found its way back in again… and with this renewed touch, her belly and loins suddenly exploded into orange and white sparks of fire… a tiny pyromaniac had raced through every vein in her body, creating raging conflagrations wherever he went! Her orgasm flushed throughout her convulsively twisting body and she groaned out wildly as it hit with full force in the fiery pit of her golden pussy.

"Oooooh God, I'm cumming!"

Gushing waves of fluid flooded out around the young hammering cock, slipping forth from her widely parted vaginal lips as they clasped and unclasped around the neck of his penis. Her bliss was indescribable… never… not even with Art had she cum so beautifully! And in the midst of it, she was spurred on by the feel of her attacker's wet semen splashing in an endless stream of hot molten lava deep against her cervix.

"Yeeeeeeeeeessssssssss…" Joe cried out, his hands tugging at her hair.

"I… I'M… cum… cuuummmiing…!" Dorothy cried out in anguish as above her two soft lips crushed down on hers as her niece bent over to kiss her. Below, the hard little cock in her cunt continued to thrust slowly in and out, sliding smoothly in the wetness of their combined orgasmic juices. She could feel two small balls slapping at her buttocks and the sweet taste of the mouth on hers was puzzling, but highly erotic. She felt herself begin to slip into a semi-coma of outrageously forbidden fulfillment.

Art looked at his watch for what seemed like the millionth time. Exactly one hour had passed! His lips white and thin, he started into the park. He would kill anyone who hurt Dorothy, he realized with some alarm… actually kill! He had only gone a few yards into the darkness when he heard footsteps hurrying toward him. In a few seconds, Dorothy appeared, looking pale and disheveled. He rushed up to meet her and she collapsed in his arms.

"What? Dorothy! What happened? Did anybody touch you… why were you gone so long?"

Dorothy held back her tears and tried to control her voice.

"I… I was talking to them…" she lied.

"Then did you see them… what did they…?"

"No… no… I never saw them… but they were young I think… I was talking to them… They have photographs!"

"But that's not possible…" Art stuttered. "How could they?"

"I don't know… Art!" Dorothy fairly screamed at the breaking point. "I don't know, but they have them and we're getting them back in the mail this week… I persuaded them…"

"But what did they want… how much…?"

They started walking out of the park, but Art seemed to want to go back to the shack.

"Not much…" Dorothy lied, pulling him along after her. "Only about $200. I told you I think they're just kids… Art, I can't talk now… please take me out of here. We'll go get a drink somewhere and I'll tell you everything."

In her mind she was already making up the story she would tell Art… after all, since they had promised to send the pictures, what was the use in telling Art what she'd done? She didn't want to ever tell anyone what she'd done… and she was trying desperately to obliterate her shameful performance from her own mind.