Gary found some old rags in the garden shed back of the garage. He wiped himself as best he could, still seeing in his mind every detail of the incredible spectacle he had witnessed between his father and Wanda. It wasn't fair! His father had his mother to fuck. Why the hell did he have to fuck Wanda too? God damn it, the bastard had just committed adultery with his own sister-in-law. Didn't he know that?
Wanda was his own age. He should have been the one giving it to her. He trembled at the prospect. Oh Jesus! He had to find a way to do it. If she put out for his old man… then why not for him too?
He slumped down on the floor of the shed. A sudden thought hit him like a blow. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. Did his mother know? She couldn't. No, she was too trusting. It would never occur to her that his father was such an unmitigated bastard. What would she do if she found out? Would they get a divorce? Or would Wanda be kicked out of the house or what?
This was going to take some thinking. Wanda couldn't be, kicked out yet… not till he had a piece. She was his only hope. He was too shy to make it to first base with any of the girls at school. They were all balling the big football types anyway. There wasn't a chance for him. But, God damn, if he could get it into Wanda just once. Those dudes and their big talk. Hell there wasn't a girl in school who could measure up to Wanda. If he could get into her pants, nobody could ever laugh at him again. He'd be a man, by God! A real man!
On the other hand… Jesus. He didn't want his folks to split up. He knew kids who only had one parent. It made you feel shitty. They all said so. What was he going to do? What if his father and mother got a divorce and his father married Wanda? Christ, she'd be his step mother! Then he'd never have a chance at getting any. There had to be some, way out of this screwy mess. What the hell kind of girl was Wanda anyway, screwing her sister's husband who was old enough to be her father? A bitch, a first class horny bitch, that's what.
Hell and damnation! There'd never been such a mess! Gary put his head down on his bent knees. Think! He had to think of a way out. But nothing came and he sat huddled in the airless garden shed, miserable and confused and furious at the whole world.
Suddenly he heard his father start up the truck in the garage behind him. He was leaving now. He'd gotten his fill and was going back to work now. The greedy bastard!
Gary waited till he could no longer hear the truck's motor dying away down the street. He got up and stretched. His eyes checked the front of his jeans. Hell, they were wet with his cum. A big spot blotched the denim. There was only one thing to do. Sneak into the utility room and find a clean pair and throw these in the dirty clothes before his mother came home or Wanda saw him. God damn it! What a shitty day! Nothing was ever going to be the same again and Gary felt as he had as a little boy… that tears were going to come streaming down his face no matter what he did to try and stop them and the thought of that filled him with such fury that he ached.
Wanda showered luxuriously after Lester left. Drying herself in front of the big mirror in the bathroom, she posed, making faces, twisting a lock of her hair into a strand while looking up under her lashes the way the movie stars did when they wanted to look sexy, thrusting one naked thigh forward in the classic model's stance while her lower lip pouted provocatively. She threw back her head then and laughed at herself in the mirror. Old Lester sure fell for everything. He came home every day now when he knew Bette Jean was going to be out. The days she didn't go anywhere, he was so crabby he bit everybody's head off.
She helped herself to some of Bette Jean's good dusting powder and puffed it over her naked breasts, buttocks and belly. It wouldn't do her sister any good. Wasn't anybody to even smell it with Lester banished to Donnie's old room. She smoothed the powder all over her naked flesh until she was as smooth as silk. Old Lester would eat her up again if he were here to see. Wouldn't be long now till he'd do anything she told him to. He was as single minded as a dog after a bitch and as impossible to distract.
Pretty soon he was going to get tired of having to sneak home to lay her. He'd want her in his bed every night. Bette Jean was going to find herself replaced, the cold nag. She deserved it, too. Almost every day she made cracks about Wanda finding a job. If Lester was around he made her shut up about it. He knew that their little play parties would come to an end if Wanda went to work during the day and he wasn't about to let that happen.
Wanda whistled softly to herself as she carried the bundle of dirty clothes to the utility room. She felt clean and euphoric, well fed, well fucked and content. Clad in clean navy bell bottoms and a red sweater, she walked noiselessly over the carpet barefoot. Her breasts jiggled as she walked and the soft nylon sweater scraped her nipples taut with every step. Bette Jean had spoken to her privately about that too. It was indecent to go without a bra. Wanda had laughed and told her she was old fashioned. All the girls went without bras these days. Lester liked to look at her bounce around the house and after all he was the one she had to please, she thought smugly. Besides it drove that silly mama's boy, Gary, out of his gourd.
The whistle died on her lips when she opened the utility room door. Gary was standing at the dryer with his bare ass hanging out while he rummaged through a stack of clean clothes folded on the porcelain top. His shirt tail poled out a little in front of him where his young cock stood half hardened. The thighs and buttocks looked strong and young, the legs hairier than she would have imagined. Hell, he seemed like such a kid despite the fact he was only a year or so younger than she was… but maybe he wasn't that much of a kid after all.
His face flushed beet red as he turned away from her, clutching a towel to him and then trying frantically to wrap it around his naked buttocks. He looked pitiful and pathetic, as though he was about to bust out crying.
"Don't you ever knock when you come into a room! Get out of here! Can't you see I'm changing!"
"Well, where did you come from?"
"I got out early. Thought I'd change before I do my homework," he said harshly. He was still feverishly trying to hide himself and getting more hopelessly tangled up every minute.
Wanda looked him over from red face to sock feet. His mouth was working soundlessly like a fish out of water and he kept fumbling and hiding behind the wads of clothes he'd dragged over himself. She put her own bundle of clothes in the dirty clothes hamper and leaned against the washer, looking right into his face.
"You need some help, honey?" she said slowly, measuring every word.
His hands stopped fumbling and he stood terrified, his tongue coming out to wet his lips. "What… what kind of help…" he whispered desperately.
"What kind do you need? You look like you're in trouble of some kind. Maybe old Aunt Wanda could help you… s'pose?" Leaning on one elbow, her hip thrust out, Wanda slid her hand suggestively down over one hip and thigh. "You're the one's in trouble!" he burst out, dropping the clothes and grabbing her by the arms to pull her to him, tears of desperation standing in his eyes. He kissed her awkwardly, not knowing where to put his nose.
"Well… well!" she whispered. "Aren't we affectionate all of a sudden!"
Her mouth was still inches from his and her green eyes bored into him mockingly. Gary felt his naked cock jerk and he was shuddering as though he had a chill. He knew if he fumbled this now he may as well die! There might never be another chance… ever. His father would go on scaring him and being disappointed in him because he wasn't athletic, his mother would go on spoiling him and he'd wind up a virgin and a pain in the ass to everybody. He didn't know how he knew this… but he knew it more certainly than he'd ever known anything. He had to fuck this girl who was his aunt or he could give up forever right now! If he made one false move she'd laugh at him and he'd dissolve in tears. Gary felt as though he were being made to walk the plank and only death awaited him if he didn't do it and do it now!
"I wouldn't call it affection," he whispered, a little uncertainly, then boldly, "I want to fuck you!" She started to laugh, her head going back. In desperation Gary jerked her to him and held her in a vise-like grip, his mouth crushing down on hers furiously. He could feel his lips bruising against hers, the hard ridge of bone and teeth beneath the soft flesh. He heard her gasp as his mouth claimed her. Automatically her hands pushed a little against his chest and then miraculously came around his neck and she was kissing him back, her tongue darting into his mouth in quick little stabs. Gary clenched his eyes shut tight and gave himself up to the first real kiss he'd ever had. Jesus!
He probed her mouth boldly with his own tongue, pushing into the warm wet cave fiercely. She sucked it with relish and pressed herself into his aching cock. He could feel the big mounds of her breasts crushed against his chest, the nipples like sharp little buttons digging into him through his shirt. His hands found the rounded buttocks and squeezed hard. Oh shit! She wasn't wearing anything under the turtleneck and bell bottoms. Oh God! He was going to fuck her! He knew it! She was going to let him! Confidence roared through him with the pulse of his aching cock and the blood like hot lava beating and erupting through his veins.
Her hands slipped down his back to his naked buttocks and Gary felt her pull him even closer into her knit covered pelvis, the nails biting into his flesh in pricks of urgency. His cock felt like it was boring straight through the soft flesh of her belly to her backbone. Oh God damn! It felt good. His hand fumbled upward and found the softly resilient mound of her breast and he squeezed it hungrily. A soft mewling hum came from deep inside her mouth, an approving sound he could feel in his stabbing tongue.
"Ohhhhhh… God…" he groaned almost falling from the sheer exquisite sensation as her hand found his cock buried between them and clasped it warmly. Wanda leaned back a little and the wanton hand stroked it, skinning the foreskin expertly as Gary's hand snaked under the soft sweater to touch the naked fullness of her satiny-skinned breast.
"You like that, lover?" she crooned, the green eyes mocking him again.
"Christ, yes! Come on… don't stop."
"Let's go to your room," she whispered against his mouth.
They entered the bedroom and Gary ripped off his shirt, throwing it over one of the maple chairs near the dresser. Wanda undid the two buttons on the front of the bell bottoms and slowly, seductively, using her palms and undulating her body rhythmically, she slid the garment down, down along her body until it lay puddled at her feet. Her eyes were heavily lidded, smoky, and she watched his face as she undressed. She stood there, dressed now only in the red sweater. Tantalizingly, like an exotic dancer practicing her art expertly, she reached, pulling the sweater over her head slowly, making sure that the aroused, berry-sized nipples were the last to meet his hot, hungry eyes. She dropped the sweater on top of the discarded slacks and then raised her hands to cup the full, rich mounds, kneading them like a lover would. Finally, she dropped her fingers to her tapering legs as she stood before him completely naked.
"Like, lover?" she asked throatily.
"Christ, you're the most beautiful thing I ever saw!" Gary said. His eyes roamed over her well-tanned body, at the curly light pussy hair framing the wet, pink folds of her cunt. She was something else, all right! Jesus Christ, she was a Goddess!
Wanda reveled in his lustful gaze for a long moment, then she stepped over to his double bed and lay down on it, spreading her legs wide in a wantonly inviting position, exposing to his eyes the full, wet, palpitating opening of her cuntal passage. She rotated her hips lewdly on the spread, arching them up and lowering them again in a measured, intoxicating way. "Aren't you going to come here, lover?" she asked in a husky voice.
"Goddamn right I am!" Gary said.
He stood there with his great, trembling cock standing out from his groin, the unseeing eye in the glans oozing thin, clear droplets of aroused lubrications. Wanda stared at it, moistening her lips with her tongue as if tasting the seeping fluid already swirling around in the warm sucking caverns of her mouth.
"Come on," she urged. "Lie down beside Auntie," she laughed.
"And what are you going to do then?" he gasped.
"Auntie's going to take that big lovely cock of yours and suck every last little drop of hot cum right out of it," Wanda whispered up at him.
God damn! She really was a whore! She really knew how to get a guy heated up, talking that way, using words like she used her body, fucking you verbally if such a thing were possible. His penis quivered and throbbed in anticipation. He sat on the edge of the bed, next to her, his legs unable to support him. Gary felt her hand snake out and encircle his swollen cock begin to stroke and then to massage the turgid length, rubbing the skin back and forth. Then she slipped her hand underneath and cupped and caressed his balls, cradling their softness in her palm.
Gary couldn't stifle a small groan of pleasure. "First things first," he said.
"What do you mean, lover?"
"I want to fuck you."
"Oh, honey! We'll do that too, afterward."
She returned her hand to his penis and testicles, rubbing, caressing. "Please," she crooned. "I'm hot now, and I want to suck you. Come on, let Auntie suck you now and then you can fuck me."
He sat frozen, watching her undulate her hips, her tongue still flicking along her lips, her eyes resting hotly on the huge, granite-hard expanse of his penis at the wrinkled sac of his bloating balls.
Wanda began to breathe harder. She leaned against him, her hand busy. "I want that big fucking cock of yours twitching around up inside my stomach," she whispered close, and then her tongue darted out and began to explore his inner ear, hotly, wetly, maddeningly.
Gary felt a spasm of excitement course through him at the contact, felt his balls begin to ache throbbingly. She began to stroke it, gently, back, and forth with the palm of her hand as her tongue darted in and out of his ear, in and out, her hot breath blowing sweet against the lobe. His foot pressed harder into the carpet as his hands caressed the heavy petulant breasts and silken hips.
Jesus, Gary thought, I'm going to shoot my wad if she doesn't stop rubbing like that!
Her nails traced a delicious pattern along the underside of his cock, up and down, up and down, and her tongue assailed his ear madly now, as if she were fucking him there, about to climax. Then suddenly, her panting, wheezing breath and her tongue left his ear, and her head dipped down as she scooted her body lower. Her warm, saliva-moist lips came in contact with his penis, encircling the swollen head, and an electric shock ran through Gary's body. He almost lost control as a crazy sob tore out of his throat, but then he managed to swallow it as Wanda began a gentle sucking motion on his cock, taking it deep into her throat, those nails of hers maddeningly tickling his balls, tickling the base of his lewdly palpitating member, causing boiling sperm to build in his scrotum.
He turned then, one hand sliding up her back to push Wanda's head harder down against his loins, causing the entire length of his huge lust-engorged cock to slide up into her convoluting mouth.
"Not so fast!" he whispered urgently. "Jesus, not so fast; I'll pop my nuts!"
But his new aunt only increased her mouthing of his cock, letting her tongue ream the opening in the glans, tantalizing it voraciously with her flaming breath, running her nails faster along the underside of his wet, burning prick. Dimly, Gary felt his balls building. He wanted to push her head away, but all he could do was grind her mouth down harder on his organ, his fingers splayed on the back of her head.
It was really amazing, she thought as she played with the young boy's cock. There was simply no guilt left within her; she had not felt any remorse, any shame, since she had lost her virginity at twelve, in the back seat of a car. She had realized her total emancipation immediately afterward, had fully realized it then through subsequent experiences as often as she could give Aunt Dee and Uncle Alf the slip. It was as if the farm boys had purged her of all inhibitions, all guilt, purged her forever; it was as if she had been reborn, was a new and different creature from then on. She was a hedonist, a lover of pleasure, of the hardened male member, of sex in any form; there was nothing ugly or sinful or wrong in that, was there? No, of course not! How could there be anything wrong, with wonder and bliss and total ecstasy?
Suddenly, his hips jerked forward, and she could feel it slither up the full length of her mouth, depressing her tongue and filling her cheeks completely with its thickly pulsing hardness. Holding her face tightly between his palms, he began to fuck into her mouth brutally, causing her to choke and gag as he slammed it halfway down the narrow passage of her throat, almost its full length disappearing between her lipsticked lips. Struggling for breath, she gasped for air on the outstroke.
"Ooooooooh shit, suck it now, baby, suck it!" Wanda heard him groan above her. His words aroused her even more and she sucked hungrily as the spongy stiff shaft buried itself deep into the moist warm cavern of her mouth.
Tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeped from the narrow opening of the gland at the end, and the sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare out in excitement. She closed her eyes to keep from choking as the great fleshy young cock plunged in and out of her oval-shaped lips. She sucked at the hotly pounding sex organ, aware of nothing in the world but this massive steely rod ramming down into her throat.
"Tighten your lips and suck it harder, baby," he hissed from above her, his voice husky and breathless with passion. As he spoke, Gary's hands pulled her head down harder on it, gagging Wanda as the throbbing cock-head hammered into the back of her mouth. As he watched his cock sliding in and out of the girl's lips, he felt as though he were finally getting vengeance for the years he had lived feeling like a second-class human in the company of the cocky guys at school. Now it was his turn to retaliate by fucking savagely into the mouth of this luscious, haughty bitch who had come into his house and seduced his father. He would take his full measure of revenge by satisfying his own prolonged lust. Trying to imagine spewing his hot load into that proud little mouth, he could feel a fiery lurching deep in his balls. He could not wait to see her struggling to swallow his hot, boiling sperm as he shot it deep into her throat.
The long column that filled Wanda's mouth began to swell, and she tried to increase the moist suctioning around it as the hard bulbous head rammed into her throat, expanding with each brutal thrust. She turned her eyes up to him in a silent plea, hoping the expression on her face would induce him to be less cruel as he battered into her face with rapid, savage lunges. But as he stared back down at her with a lewd, evil grin, she realized for the first time that he was punishing her, using her like a helpless puppet, a mere object on which to vent his lust. All that mattered though was the great shaft of flesh that pummeled faster and faster into her mouth. Saliva dribbled down from the corner of her lips, coating her chin and lower face.
The lust-crazed youth was watching her, his face contorted with animal passion. Holding the sides of her head in a vise-like grip, he forced her lips downward, even closer to the base of his cock, pushing the soft, tanned skin of her face into his sweat-soaked pubic hair. A thundering roar beat through his brain and he knew he could hold back no longer – it had to be soon now.
Pressing his fingers into her cheeks to make the warm moist cavern of her mouth even tighter, he crammed his pulsing distended shaft deep into her face and lunged his hips forward. His massive instrument throbbed and expanded in the channel between the softness of her tongue and the firm, slippery roof of her mouth as he speared into her with long, powerful strokes until it felt as though a thousand volts of electricity were shooting through his body.
He'd shoot his load of boiling cum deep into her throat and into her belly, and she'd be begging him for more…
Wanda slaved below, her body glistening with pustules of lust-sweat. The pressure grew and grew in Gary's balls, and he shoved his loins up hard against her face, hearing her protesting mumble, not heeding it in his desire for the final release of the maddening build up of semen in his scrotum.
And then…
And then, all at once, he felt the eruption take place, felt the first stream of white-hot fire leap along the passage of his plunging cock. He gasped, his lips pulling back across his teeth as though he were in agony. His cock began a sudden wild, convulsive jerking that flooded without advance warning Wanda's madly sucking mouth with rush after rush of burning semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each spurt until she was forced to swallow wildly to keep from choking. She was mewling and crooning and tickling his balls with the tips of her fingernails.
"Keep… sucking!" Gary cried. "Keep sucking, keep suckingggg!" His hands were working spasmodically in her hair now, ramming her head down harder on his burgeoning cock, burying it deep in her throat. And then, with one last mighty groan as his young aunt crazily sucked at the wildly jetting juices of his lust, he emptied the final drops of his sperm into her mouth.
Wanda continued to nibble gently at the fleshy instrument, milking every last drop of his load, until the satiated penis began to gradually deflate in her mouth. Gary flung himself on the bed in exhaustion, a great sigh of absolute fulfillment emitting from his lips. Wanda lay for a long moment between his outstretched legs, her head on his thigh, still nibbling gently at the limp cock settling down into the cradle of his balls. Finally, she crawled up and kissed him full on the mouth. He accepted her tongue hungrily as she thrust it into his mouth, even though droplets of his white sticky cum were drooling down in thin rivulets from the corners of her glistening lips.
"How did you like that, lover?" she whispered.
"Oh Jesus!" he panted.
She kissed him again, and then said, "Now," smiling down at him with her eyes sparkling hotly, "you may return the favor of my sucking you by fucking my pussy. Sound good?"
"Sounds Goddamned good!" He noted that his voice sounded deeper all of a sudden, assured and masculine and powerful. Shit! He felt powerful!