About three o'clock in the morning, a north wind started to blow. Its cold fingers grabbed hold of Vicki's inked body and shook her awake.
"Wh-what am I d-doing out here?" She shivered as she looked around the dark yard.
She struggled to her feet, trying to remember. The wind gusted again, driving the cobwebs from her mind. "Uncle Ken," she muttered, a sharp twinge in her cunt.
She put her hand between her legs and felt the stale cum that crusted her crotch. Suddenly her pussy ached.
"Uncle Ken fucked me," she whispered as if she were afraid someone would overhear. "And I came."
Vicki weaved across the yard. However, when she reached the back door of the house, she stopped short. Lights were still on inside. She could hear drunken laughter. Her parents' New Year's Eve party was still going on.
"They're probably too smashed to notice I've been missing," she reasoned. "If only I could get to my room without anybody seeing me, nobody would know the difference."
But a glance through the kitchen window quickly convinced Vicki that it wasn't that easy. Her mother was standing in front of the stove with an apron on, scrambling eggs for the last of the partygoers. Vicki concluded there was no way she could sneak through the house without being noticed.
In the meantime, the early morning cold was eating into her bones. At this point all Vicki wanted was someplace to hide against the wind.
The garage seemed the best place to go. Maybe she could find a sleeping bag in the family camping gear. Then she could curl up and sneak into the house later. The rear of the family stationwagon was roomy enough, almost as good as a bed when the seats were down.
Vicki slipped into the garage, relieved to have a place where she could. Be alone. She needed to think.
What did it mean, she wondered, when her brother and now her Uncle Ken had been able to make her come so easily? She had been so certain before the holidays that her father was the only one who could take her to the heights and the evidence to the contrary made her feel guilty.
Deep in thought, Vicki was running her hand along the wail, searching for the light switch, before she realized she was not alone. The rating and the murmurs had probably been going on all along. She had just not noticed them until they were too loud to ignore.
At first Vicki assumed it was Mitzi, the family cat. Mitzi had been getting awfully fat lately and it was always possible she had had another litter of kittens.
Then, just before she would have turned on the light and tipped off her presence, Vicki recognized a familiar voice drifting from the back of the stationwagon and froze.
"Oooooh," her Aunt Peggy moaned, "do it to me some more. It feels so good."
Vicki stared at the stationwagon, afraid to peer through the window. Then she caught a glimpse in the rear view mirror of what was happening inside and realized that she had to get a clearer look.
Aunt Peggy was in the rear of the stationwagon. Even in the limited space of the mirror, through the gloom of the unlighted garage, Vicki saw the unmistakable flash of bare flesh.
Vicki knelt by the side of the car, lifting her eyes just up past the bottom of a window. If she was careful, in the dark garage she could see without being seen.
Vicki had never seen her beautiful aunt with no clothes on. She had that opportunity now.
Peggy was sprawled in the back of the stationwagon, propped upon her elbows. She was completely naked, her knees up. A man had his head between her spread thighs. He was eating her cunt.
"Use your tongue." Peggy urged her lover. "Wiggle, it around inside my pussy. I'm so hot I'll come in your mouth."
Vicki was hypnotized by what she saw. Even though her Uncle Ken had strongly hinted that her aunt played around on the side, Vicki was nonetheless shocked by the reality of it. Concentrating entirely on the gorgeous aunt whom she had admired since she was a little girl, Vicki didn't even ask herself at this point who the man eating Peggy's cunt might be.
"Mmmmm… aaahhh!" Peggy groaned, then rasped. "I'm getting there! Give me all of your tongue!"
Even outside the car, Vicki could clearly hear the wet sound of tongue inside pussy. Her own cunt tingled as she listened to the moist slurping.
"Oooooh!" Peggy squealed, falling flat on her back and squirming on her ass.
"She's coming," Vicki silently whispered to herself. "God, it's so beautiful."
As she watched her aunt climax, Vicki realized she was fingering her own pussy…
"Don't stop tonguing me," Peggy murmured inside the car, clasping her lover's head with her strong thighs. "I've waited all night to come like this."
Peggy was so tuned-on that she grubbed her tits. They were large mounds of creamy flesh, clearly firm but still soft enough for gouging sink, into than. The nipples were miniature red cones, vivid even in the murky interim of the stationwagon.
Wanting her voluptuous aunt getting off, Vicki felt like a scrawny kid. She had always admired her gorgeous aunt, but now she experienced a feeling approaching worship.
Vicki rubbed her own tits. They seemed so puny in comparison to her aunt's rounded tits.
In the car, Peggy was winding don from her climax. The unknown man sucking in pussy was slurping more slowly now.
"Mmmmm, that was wonderful," Peggy eventually sighed. "I really needed that. What a way to start the New Year."
The man peered up from the well of Peggy's crotch, showing his forehead and eyes. Still spying, Vicki realized she was about to find out who her aunt's lover was.
"I thought we'd never slip away from the party," he said, and Vicki gulped with a shock of recognition.
"Better late than never." Peggy laughed, running her long fingers through her lover's bushy brown hair. "How's your cock holding up? I checked out your crotch about ten o'clock and had to bite my lip to keep from breaking up. You had a hard-on even that early."
"Yeah, I had to sneak into the john and run cold water over it." Burt Wallace said, "My balls are sore as hell. What we used to call 'lover's nuts' when I was a kid."
"DAD!" Vicki mentally screamed at her father.
"Lover's nuts, eh?" Peggy chuckled at her brother-in-law's predicament. "When I was growing up, the boys used to call it 'blue balls'. I used to picture the guys who used to make out with me going home with their balls looking like Easter eggs."
"I always suspected you were a prick-teaser," Burt Wallace said.
"Could be," Peggy said dryly, then grinned. "But times change, and so do people. Especially proper young girls who grew up in the uptight fifties. I'll give you a demonstration of how far I've come, if you'd like."
"Right on!"
With her heart pounding, a stunned Vicki watched her horny father crawl out from between her aunt's legs and display his stiff cock and twitching balls. He beamed as Peggy reached out and stroked his prick and balls.
"Oh, Burt, what a disappointment!" Peggy put on a mock frown. "I really expected your balls to be blue."
Burt Wallace shrugged and leered.
"Can't have everything," he said. "But if you want to get fucked in the mouth, I promise all spread the word around so nobody ever call you a prick-teaser again."
"Deal!" Vicki all but whooped, then hornily pulled Vicki's father on top of her. "I've had cum on my mind all night. Every time I sipped a drink I wound up setting it down because it wasn't thick and sweet enough. Must have left squat of yaw Scotch inching ice cubes around the home."
Peggy topped talking and took her brother-in law prick in he mouth. Burt had crawled up so his crack was centered with her face. A tilt of his hips was getting his cock sucked.
Watching in pain, Burt's daughter felt her heart break.
"No Daddy, no," Vicki muttered under her breath, father fucked her aunt in the mouth. "Aren't I good enough for you? Didn't I satisfy you, Daddy?"
Vicki remembered bow sweet her father's cock had tasted the many times she had sucked it. It almost killed her to witness someone else deep-throating his big prick. Especially the aunt she had admired all these years.
Her father was using her aunt's mouth just like a cunt now, the same as he had so often done to her. The invades of Vicki's throat spasmed, exactly as they did when her father had fucked her in the mouth. The tastebuds on the bed of her tongue tingled from the armory of the cock that was no longer her private property.
And yet, despite her sadness, Vicki was not angry. The reason for this was her Aunt Peggy. For when Vicki compared herself with her glamorous, self-assured relative; a feeling of inferiority cloaked her. Down deep, she could not blame her father for his betrayal. Aunt Peggy is a real woman, Vicki thought gloomily. Let's face it, I'm just a kid.
In the meantime, Burt Wallace had stepped up the tempo of his cock-thrusts in his beautiful sister-in-law face. His pale ass bobbed up and down as he fucked Peggy's mouth faster and faster. Peggy was clutching his balls, trying to help him come down her throat.
"Gonna give it to you," Burt panted. "Get ready for a bellyful of cum."
He raised his ass one last time, cocking his hips for a final surge of his prick before he shot his wad. Then his hairy crotch flattened Peggy's face, his straining hard-on hilted between her squashed lips.
"Mmmmmm," Peggy moaned with a mouthful of throbbing cock, anticipating the onslaught of her brother-in-law's hot cum.
"Here it comes!" Burt blurted. "More jizz than you can swallow!"
A sad laugh caught in Vicki throat as she monitored the action. She knew there was no chance in the world that her beautiful aunt would fail to swallow every drop of her father's cum. But Peggy wouldn't gulp the jizz down. It would be almost as if she were sipping it like a glass of champagne, no matter how fast it spurted.
It happened pretty much that way. When his cock erupted, Vicki's father was as unruly as a rutting animal. But her aunt remained like something but of a poem, even in the midst of her lover's sucking orgasm.
Vicki knew from experience how much cum her father's prick produced. But her aunt's cheeks didn't even swell. As she watched Peggy expertly drink her dad's gushing jizz, Vicki burned with frustration.
Vicki had the sudden urge to jump into the car, revealing her presence and declaring, "Daddy, give me another chance! I'll make you forget all about Aunt Peggy! Let me suck your cock!"
But, even had she been bold enough to make such a move, Vicki would have remained where she was. For, in her mind, such a declaration would have been totally false. A boast she could not make good on, with her inability to live up to it leaving her more depressed and humiliated than she already was.
The best she could do for now, Vicki decided, was to merely watch. Hopefully, she would learn something about how to really satisfy her father from her Goddess-like aunt. Satisfy him more than a teenage girl could do.
Someday, Vicki vowed, she would win back her father. If she was to realize this goal, she would have to do it as a woman not a girl. As painful as it was for her to accept, the best teacher she could hope to find was the aunt who had just finished stealing her father's cum.
So, swallowing her pride, Vicki watched. She made straight A's at school, but now it was time to be a student of something far more important than geometry or grammar.
Vicki saw her aunt pull out from under her father and sit up. Peggy was smiling like an erotic Mona Lisa, as Burt sprawled, catching his breath after coming so hard.
"You know what I feel like?" Peggy said, almost to herself.
Burt rolled over and grunted, "What?" His drained cock was red, sticky and limp.
"A prick in my ass," Peggy matter-of-factly stated.
She drew up her knees and slipped a finger between her asscheeks. She stuck it up her asshole, squirming and murmuring.
"Mmmmm, sweet," she sighed when she passed the glistening finger under her nose. She even tasted it, but there was nothing vulgar about it, even when she smacked her lips.
"You're something else," Burt Wallace said, his prick swelling.
"I do my best," Peggy purred.
She fingered her ass again and gave Burt a whiff of the result.
"Like to dip your cock into some of that?" she could.
"What do you think?" Burt panted, his prick jutting to full hardness again.
"Then what are you waiting for, stud?" Peggy shifted over onto all fours. When she spread her asscheeks her asshole shined like a ruby at the top of her silken crack…
Vicki was so taken by the beauty of her aunt's spread ass, that she could not keep her fingers out of her own. She knew that she would not be able to resist pumping her own asshole in response to the erotic spectacle unfolding before her eyes.
In the car, Burt Wallace closed in on his sister-in-law's flared asscheeks. His rigid prick was like a sword in his hand.
"I'm gonna go in quick," he told Peggy.
"Wouldn't have it any other way," she replied. "I've never liked it easy in my ass. The harder you fuck me, the harder I'll come. The only thing you need to worry about is your cock. If you don't watch out, I'm liable to twist if off at the root."
"That's what I've always liked about you, Peggy," Burt said. "You never sell yourself short."
"Would you, if you had my body?"
Burt shook his head in awe at her pride.
"What a woman," he sighed. "The day you married into the family was the luckiest day of my life."
"Compliments are nice," Peggy answered, "but they just get in the way when a woman wants a man's cock up her ass. Right now I want your prick inside me not your damn flattery. Tell me how great I am after you've filled my ass with your hot cum."
Panting with desire, Burt placed his hands on Peggy's asscheeks and pried them apart as far as they would go. Placing the tip of his cock in the dent of his sister-in-law's asshole, he shoved.
As she watched her father's cockhead disappear inside her aunt's luscious ass, Vicki jammed a couple of fingers up the tight opening of her butt. They were certainly not the equal of a stiff prick, but at least she could stir up her senses enough so as not to feel, completely shut-out while her aunt got the benefit of her father's hard-on.
Burt Wallace was pushing that hard-on forward now, getting deep within his sister-in-law's ass. Reacting to the penetration, Peggy put her head on the car floor and moaned something about the joy of the pain she was experiencing.
Then Peggy was demanding, "Deeper! Deeper! Fuck me all the way! Don't hold back! Give me all of your cock!"
"Here it is, baby." Burt grimaced and lurched. "All ten inches!"
"Is that all?" Peggy shot back as her ass was filled with far more cock than a woman can safely take.
On the sidelines, Vicki knew from experience how good it must feel. She tried to match it in her own ass with her fingers, but had to be content with a buzz instead of the wrench in her guts that only a big cock up bet butt could bring.
"Fuck me Burt, fuck me! Fuck my ass!" Peggy was gasping in the car.
Burt's prick moved back and forth in his sister-in-law's asshole. His hands roamed from her rippling asscheeks and dug into her cunt below. The stationwagon swayed on its axles from the frantic action within.
Vicki swayed, too. Finger-fucking her ass, she lost her balance and tipped backward, losing sight of her father and aunt for the first time. Sprawled and spread-eagled on the garage floor, she relied on her ears to follow the action in the car while taking care of her own urgent needs as well as she could.
"Oh, God, it hurts, Burt your big cock hurts so much in my ass! God, I love it!" Vicki's aunt moaned from the car, and Vicki silently repeated the words as quickly as she heard them.
Vicki added the rest of her fingers to her ass.
Then they were clenched. A pumping fist inside the channel of her butt, stretching the walls to the ultimate. Still not as good as her father's cock, but the best substitute available.
Vicki could feel her hot stilt rumbling in her bowels as she fist-fucked her ass. It pleased her, knowing that her aunt must be experiencing the same sensation from her father's big prick.
Vicki held off her climax as long as she could, wanting to come along with her aunt. By now her focus had changed completely from her father to Peggy. Vicki wanted nothing more than to share an orgasm with her aunt, even if she would be the only one to know about it.
"Mmmmm… ooooohh… aahhhhh!" Peggy gasped from the car, wind in her throat. "I'm coniminnng! Yesssss… it's always best in the ass!"
Catching up with her aunt, Vicki climaxed with her own hand. Biting her tongue to stifle an orgasmic cry, she writhed on the floor, banging her skull and elbows and thrashing hips against the concrete as she came and came.
Vicki was still squirming when she heard her father yelp that his climax had finally arrived. Vicki yanked her shitty fist from her ass and struggled to her knees. She just had to see her aunt take her father's cum.
It was better than Vicki had expected. Peggy had just pulled away from Burt Wallace's spurting cock and had flipped over on her back. As Vicki's father shot his wad, the creamy arc was targeted on Peggy's face.
Peggy wagged her head from side to side and up and down. She caught the flying jizz with every inch of her face. The only feature that wasn't obscured was her dazzling smile.
"God, she's beautiful," Vicki murmured, as her father's cum dripped from her aunt's high cheekbones.
Now Vicki slunk away. She had seen enough. She wanted to think. Her future, which had seemed so positive when her father had began fucking her, was now up in the air.
When it came down to it, Vicki couldn't fault her dad for getting it on with her aunt. Peggy was such a knockout. Vicki guessed she would have given in to the same temptation as her father if she were a man.
When Vicki finally went back into the house, she made no attempt to avoid the last of the drunken party guests, although she was still nude. But they did not notice her. It was as though she were invisible.
Curled up in bed, Vicki thought until morning about what she wanted to become instead of who she was. The constant repetition of her Aunt, Peggy's name on her lips was her guiding light.
Before tonight Vicki had, believed she was a woman. What she had seen in the garage had taught her differently.
Anyone could have a man far just a few moments by letting him fuck her. To possess him on your own terms took more than merely spreading your legs. Fortunately, at her age, Vicki had plenty of time to learn.
The only requirement was courage. Her Aunt Peggy could give her the answers, if only she could swallow her pride and summon the nerve to ask for them.
Vicki made up her mind that she would accept the challenge. This satisfied her restless soul enough so she could finally close her eyes. Her dreams were hopeful. As the expression went, tomorrow was the first clay of the rest of her life.