"Martin," Jacqui said, her pretty forehead creased with lines of concern, "we just can't go on."
The tall youth plopped down on a chair and looked at his aunt, sitting with her legs primly crossed on the living room sofa. Her auburn hair was drawn back into an orange scarf bound around her head, making her face look austere as well as lovely. "That's not what you were saying yesterday."
He grinned at the way she flushed. Jacqui dropped her eyes. "I know," she said softly. "But that was yesterday. What I say in the heat of passion is one thing. But in the cold light of day… Martin, I'm afraid of you. The way you acted yesterday – tying me up, spanking me. I'm afraid you might want to go farther."
She looked up. His green eyes met her amber ones challengingly. "Is it me you're scared of?" he asked quietly. "Or yourself?"
A muscle worked in Jacqui's satin cheek. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said hollowly.
"You got off on being tied up and spanked yesterday. Don't try to deny it – I know. You resisted at first, but once you got into it, you couldn't get enough!"
"That's not true!"
Martin laughed at her. She turned her face away. Her cheeks were burning. "Still," she said, "I want to break it off right here and now. I don't want to have an affair with you, Martin. I'm afraid of you, regardless of how I may have acted yesterday. And you-you're my nephew! It's incest."
"Was it any less incest yesterday? Or the night before? I sure didn't ask you to come waltzing in while I was taking a bath, stark naked and one hundred percent hot to trot!"
"Stop it! Stop it!" Jacqui buried her face in her hands.
For a long moment she sat like that. Then she drew a shuddering breath. "You probably wouldn't understand," she told her nephew, "but, when I was married to your uncle, I got used to having sex all the time – as much as I wanted. After the divorce, all that was over. I hadn't had a man in months. I couldn't take it any more. I was like a starving person with a platter of roast beef sitting right in front of my nose, that I knew I wasn't supposed to touch. After a long enough time, the temptation got to be too much!"
Martin's lips quirked around a crooked smile. "So, once you got your belly or you pussy full…"
"Don't say that!" There was a pause, and then something landed on the coffee table in front of the librarian. She looked up to see her nephew standing over her, his mouth set in a grim line.
A yellow packet lay on the table. "Pick it up," Martin told her. With trembling fingers she obeyed. "Open it."
Her slender fingers pulled out a stack of slick paper squares. She stared at them for a minute without comprehending. Then she realized what they were. With a little gasp she dropped them onto the table.
Martin bent to scoop them smoothly up. "Don't you want to look at them, Aunt Jacqui?" he asked. "I got home early from school so I could develop them before you got through at the library."
With his thumb he shuffled through the stack of photographs. "Pretty good, I think, for a camera working off an automatic trip device. Good resolution, sharp focus and how they show the action!" He dealt them onto the table as though they were playing cards. "Look at this one. Touching, isn't it, you cradling my head against those luscious tits of yours like a newborn babe." He shook his head and clicked his tongue. "And here, you bent over to take it from behind. Look close – you can see about an inch and a half of my prick, poling into that juicy ecstasy as you feel my big old pecker fucking it into your ass. See what I mean about the quality of these pictures? You can see how hard your nipples are!"
Jacqui shook her head from side to side. "What are you doing this for?" she asked, her voice edged with the beginning of hysteria. "Why are you showing me these pictures?"
The tip of Martin's tongue protruded from between his lips, as though he were deep in concentration. "And this," he said unconcernedly, laying down another photo. "You rolling around under my belt, with my cock poking into your belly. And here – dig this one, with my come dribbling out your asshole! And here I am, lapping it up while you wag your ass and moan – mmmmm! It was all I could do this, afternoon not to stop and whack off every couple of minutes, these pictures are so hot!"
He dropped the packet of photos on the table and looked up at his aunt. "Why am I doing this?" he asked, as if only just hearing her question. "Because I had an idea you might not want to continue fucking me. And I just wanted you to see, auntie dear, that you don't have any choice!"
Jacqui sat back, stunned. "What do you mean?" she asked in a hoarse croak.
Her nephew eyed her languidly. She couldn't help noticing the telltale bulge, in his crotch – he was getting horny, both from looking at his collection of snapshots and his aunt's discomfort. "Do you need to ask? What do you think would happen if people got a look at some of these shots?" He held one up, between thumb and forefinger. "Like this little beauty, with you waving your leg in the air and fucking yourself like there's no tomorrow. What would people say, I wonder?"
Jacqui glared at him, anger mingling with the panic that gripped her. She opened her mouth to tell him to go to hell with his blackmail. Then she stopped.
What would people say? How long would she keep her job at the library, if her superiors got an envelope in the morning mail of her wantonly fucking her eighteen-year-old nephew? With that bastard Vic Edwards, her ex, already several months behind on the alimony payments, what would she do for money if she lost that job?
But that wasn't the worst. What would her sister say, if she saw that Jacqui had seduced her son? The very idea made her belly turn cold.
"Damn you," was all she could say. "Damn you!"
Martin grinned and patted her shoulder. "It's not as bad as you think," he said. "Come on down to the basement and I'll show you."
"What?" she asked bitterly. "Another surprise like the one yesterday?" But she had no choice but to follow her nephew down the stairs. Her thoughts were confused and her pulse was thumping in her ears. What was in store for her? Where would it end?
"All right," she said as they came out of the stair well. Her spirit was coming back. She planted her feet and stood with her hands defiantly on her hips. Her breasts rose and fell unsteadily beneath the pale-green blouse of her pants suit. "What is it you have to show me?"
Martin turned in the doorway to his darkroom and waved past her. "Hello, Ms. Hyde," a voice came from behind. "I really liked your pictures!"
Jacqui spun with her heart in her mouth. A tall gangly youth in a security guard's uniform stood in the rec area twisting his uniform cap in his hands. Jacqui took a step backwards. She bumped hard against her nephew's broad chest.
"I think you know my friend, Charles Farley," Martin said, taking hold of her upper arms. "I thought you might like a little variety in your love life – what with you being so sex-starved and all."
"Wait!" Jacqui tried to twist free, but his hands were like steel clamps. "You can't be serious!"
"Oh, but I am!" He gave her a hearty push. There was a loud tearing noise as she staggered and fell against the other young man's skinny chest. Her light green blouse was torn open, baring a shoulder and a tit in its white bra cup. Farley laughed and yanked the garment the rest of the way from her cringing body.
"That's the way, Chuck," Martin said. "Hold her arms while I get her out of those pants!"
Jacqui fought with desperate strength, but Chuck had her arms pinned securely behind her back. Martin closed in, turning his body aside to block the knee his aunt aimed at his groin, and reached out to grab the waist of her pants behind her back. He pulled pants and panties over her churning buttocks, lifting her legs as he stripped her.
"No! Help – somebody help me!" Jacqui screamed in full throated terror. "They're going to rape me!"
White legs thrashed at the air. The furry brown triangie of her cunt winked between her flashing thighs. "Wow!" Chuck whistled appreciatively.
"She looks better in real life, don't she?"
Whistling, Martin nodded. He had his belt off. He'd run the leather strap through the buckle till he had a small noose. "Turn her around," he said. Chuck did. Martin eyed her bare back, the inward curves of her waist, the full, firm buttcheeks, now taut with fear.
Naked but for her brassiere, Jacqui felt Martin slip the noose over her wrists and pull it tight, then wrap his belt around and around her arms, binding them tightly behind her back. "Yi!" she yelped as he goosed her. Then she tore from Chuck's grip and spun to face her nephew.
"You'll pay for this!" she gritted. "No matter what it takes, I'll get you back for this – you, and this grinning idiot friend of yours!"
Martin winked over her shoulder at his friend. Then they hoisted her naked, squirming body up and carried her into the rec-room. There was a low bench Martin used for his weight lifting, and they laid her across that on her back. Her tits jutted at the ceiling. The bra had slipped so it barely concealed her nipples from her captors lusting gazes.
Chuck was already unzipping his pants. His holstered pistol thumped onto the floor as he pulled his trousers down his legs and stepped out of them, kicking off his heavy black shoes. Jacqui looked down between her jugs to see Martin pulling his shirt off over his head. He had his pants off too, and his hard cock stuck out.
"You're getting a pig in a poke," he leered at his friend as he ran his fingers lightly over her belly, to pet the forested bulge of her pussy. "I've fucked the lady's ass and cunt and eaten her hot little box, but I don't know how well she sucks cock." He took his prick in one hand and ran its head down the bone dry lips of his aunt's cunt. "Probably pretty good!"
Jacqui lay her head back to look at her other tormentor. Chuck's prick stuck out over her upturned face. She stared at it despite herself. It was nowhere near the fat log Martin's prick was, but it was a good inch longer. It was the longest, skinniest prick she'd ever seen!
She felt her nephew thumbing open her pussy slit. "Oooooooooh!" she moaned, as he planted the head of his cock between her snatch lips and began to shove his prick up her ungreased cunt.
Chuck pulled the scarf off her head, letting her auburn hair hang free. He wrapped one hand in it. With the other he took hold of his prick and expertly bent it toward the captive's open mouth.
Fascinated, Jacqui watched the stiff prick approach her face. It bent in the middle like no cock, she'd ever seen. Then the smirking youth, bib uniform shirttails hanging down to his crotch, popped the head of his prick right between her lips.
Jacqui moaned. The upper side of Chuck's cockhead was pressing against her teeth. He gasped happily at the way her hot breath washed over his cock.
"Ahhh-mmmmmmm!" Jacqui exclaimed. What began as a moan at the tearing pain of Martin forcing his giant prick relentlessly into her unprepared pussy was muffled by Chuck running his cockhead all the way into her mouth. It filled her head. Her tongue recoiled from the familiar, but unknown taste of meaty male cock.
The skinny, sandy-haired kid pulled her head back farther. Jacqui's neck creaked under the strain. "Nnnnnice!" whistled Chuck, and began fucking his prick into her mouth.
Her bound body tensed as the flaring cockhead passed the rear of her mouth. He was going to stick his prick down her throat! In panic she rolled from side to side, crushing her hands beneath her.
With half his tremendous prick laboriously driven into the ungreased, uncooperative snatch, Martin was practically floored by the sensations in his cock invading her face. Chuck's long cock started down her throat. Her back arched. The motion drove her pussy down all the way to Martin's balls!
The youth gasped and grabbed her bare thighs. He wiggled his hips from side to side. His rampant cock pulsated with pleasure.
"Mmmmmmmm! Oommmrrrgggghhh!" Jacqui groaned. Her stomach turned at the thought of the nasty cock approaching it. She had learned how to deep-throat a man's prick when she was married to Vic Edwards, and learned to like it – but not under circumstances like this! She gagged.
"Jeeeeee-zus!" Chuck yelled. The top of his cockhead seemed to come off. It felt as if something was milking his three-quarters swallowed cock!
He glanced down at his crotch. Like some kind of pale girder, his prick arched from his groin and disappeared between Jacqui's blood-drained, compressed lips. Again the sensation hit him like a sledgehammer in the balls. Then he saw the cause of it all.
The muscles in his victim's throat were working up and down in a swallowing motion. She was gagging on his long staff of prick, and the involuntary reflex was jacking his cock off! He let go of her hair and began to stroke her cheeks, crooning mindlessly to himself. Sweat ran into the collar of his shirt. He was feverish with lust.
Across the bench, Martin fucked out of his aunt's cunt. With no film of oily cunt sauce between the delicate membrane of her pussy walls and the skin of his prick, his outsized cock felt like a piece of splintered wood. It seemed to tear Jacqui's pussy. Still gagging on Chuck's prick, she shrieked with pain.
"Waaaaaah!" Chuck cried. He grabbed her head with both hands. His hips drove forward hard. His cock plunged the rest of the way into her mouth, so hard that his nuts bounced off the bridge of her nose.
He stood that way, soaking up the feeling of her throat trying to reject his cock, plus the agonized writhing of her nude body as Martin pulled his cock from her twat. Her breath tickled his tangy bush. The breath came out of him in a quavering sigh and then he pulled his cock out.
Conflicting feelings were in Jacqui body. Pain from her nephew's cock ripping out of her snatch, and sweet relief at having Chuck's repulsive prick leaving her throat. Her jaw muscles were creaking and she was on the verge of throwing up. The respite couldn't have come too soon!
But Jacqui's relief was short lived. Chuck stopped withdrawing his prick when its conical head was still filling her mouth. Then as if at a signal he and his friend began to fuck the captive librarian at both ends simultaneously!
With her hands in the small of her back, Jacqui's hips were cocked at just the right angle for Martin to fuck her unwilling pussy. The sensation was unbelievable. Being tied up and raped, in both her cunt and her mouth, by her nephew and a virtual stranger – it was almost as bad as the physical pain in her pussy and her aching neck!
It was the cool of an autumn afternoon in the basement, and Martin was buck naked, but in spite of this his whole body was sheathed in sweat. Part of it was from exertion but most of it was caused by raging, uncontrollable lust! God, what a trip! His aunt's pussy felt far snugger dry than wet, and every sensation of fucking was magnified a hundred times.
But more than that, Martin felt a wild sense of power. He was dominating his aunt completely. He was using her for his own pleasure, forcibly fucking her, while a friend made her suck on and swallow every inch of his elongated prick! And even if the nude woman's wrists hadn't been fled, there was nothing she could do about it. He owned her completely.
Then something trickled over his thrusting prick. The realization of what it was made him lose his stride, and his prick popped clean out of Jacqui's slack-lipped cunt. It was unmistakably the juices of a sexually-aroused cunt!
His aunt was getting turned on!
The knowledge that her pussy was responding to Martin's cock hit Jacqui almost as hard as it had her nephew. Her body was betraying her! She wanted to cry out in anguish and despair – only Chuck Farley's cock was plugging her mouth!
But there was no denying it. By subtle degrees the pain of Martin's cock pumping in and out of her dry pussy had turned to pleasure. Jacqui could never have believed it was possible. Despite the pain and humiliation, her pussy was watering around the hefty bar of her nephew's cock!
She moaned. Vibrations rippled up Chuck's cock as he fucked it into her face. The gag reflex had quit in her throat, and he felt a twang of disappointment. Her involuntary efforts to eject his prick from her face was as delightful as most girl's voluntary cock sucking!
But the security guard was in for a surprise. As his prick left Jacqui Hyde's face, she suddenly coiled her tongue around it like a wet snake! He gasped and fucked his prick full length into her mouth.
Like her pussy, Jacqui's mouth was watering hungrily. Once she got turned on, she got turned on all the way and she was! Even as her hips began to roll her pussy eagerly around her nephew's pistoning prick, she began giving Chuck the best head she knew how!
From three individuals, Martin, Jacqui and Chuck became one single organism. An animal, an animal with one aim – to experience the ultimate of sexual pleasure!
Straining and grunting, Chuck and Martin fucked the bound librarian's mouth and pussy so fast their hips were blurred. Their breath came like bellows. And if before their luscious captive's pussy and mouth had tried to resist the intrusion of their cocks, now they were consuming the pricks greedily and begging for more!
An oily vacuum hose seemed to have fastened itself on Martin's cock. With every forward lunge he felt his cock being drawn deeper into the seething cauldron of his aunt's cunt! Her pussy hair was lathered with a foam of cunt sauce. Her put her thumbs in the folds between her groin and her flawless slim thighs, dug his fingers into her flesh, and fucked her with all his might.
And, no matter how much they wished it could – even the formerly unwilling woman – this wild three-way fuck couldn't go on forever! Something had to give.
Something did. Chuck Farley had never had a horny, hot-bodied woman like Martin's girlfriend Anne work his cock over with educated mouth, lips, tongue, and teeth. He'd never felt anything remotely resembling what it was like to have his friend's beautiful aunt sucking greedily on his hard, almost painfully bent prick. The closest thing he could have compared it to was having his cock stuck down a disposal, if he could have imagined such a thing. He couldn't – but he couldn't have imagined anything like this either!
He came. One minute he was thrusting away merrily with his prick while Jacqui's tongue slithered around it. The next his belly was sucked flat and his prick was spurting wad after wad of jism down that gracefully arching throat. He didn't even have time to cry out.
Jacqui felt the security guard's jism sizzling down her throat with a thrill of passion. The backwash filled her mouth with the stuff. It coated her tongue, her throat, the inside of her mouth. It was salty but sweet, with a tang reminiscent of the smell of laundry bleach, and she loved it! It was altogether too long since she'd drunk male sperm. "Mmmmmmmm!" she moaned around Chuck's spewing cock.
He lowered his head and saw the white come bubbling out around the shaft of his prick. He shook his head. His cock kept coming madly.
A thousand muscles rippled under Jacqui's satin skin as she drank down Chuck's jism. Her pussy was a flood of hot, urgent sensation surging around her nephew's prick. As her belly seemed to fill with his friend's jism, she pulled it in and tensed the muscles of her twat around Martin's cock, as if to say, "Come in me please – come now!"
"Sacred shit!" Martin exclaimed, and did just what the brimming pussy was asking. With one surge of come he filled it to the lips, and the next pulse of his prick made the white cum slop out and run down over his balls like lava.
His come felt like lava shooting into his aunt's cunt, too. "Whhhnnnnnnhhhh!" she cried bubblingly. The sudden expulsion of air forced one final spurt of jism from Chuck's almost-spent prick, which instantly began going limp. Jacqui scarcely noticed. With her face and pussy stuffed full of the most incredible, enormous cocks she'd ever seen, and with boiling, tasty come slobbering out the lips of her mouth and her pussy, she came. Oh, how she came!
Her buff came clear off the bench as she ground her snatch into her nephew's crotch, feeling his cock vibrating deep within her. She undulated like a swimming fish, her tits throbbing inside her bra as if yearning to be free, while she fucked and sucked and tasted the most come she'd ever had pumped into her mouth and needy cunt.
Three souls melted into one in a pulsating glow of orgasm. At last Chuck pulled his cock from Jacqui's still sucking mouth. She choked and sputtered as come ran into her nose. Droplets of jism flew as she shook her head to clear her nose. With white come dewing her hair, she ran her tongue around her lips, scooping up the final remnants of the gooey, delicious sperm.
Martin popped his cock out. Come and cunt juice poured freely from the gaping snatch, onto the carpet. Totally loose and relaxed in every muscle, Martin stalked around to the other side of the bench. Jacqui's eyes were closed blissfully.
They opened as he lay his sopping prick on her lips. Without thinking she opened her mouth. She began licking it like a meaty popsicle. Still filled with the radiance of afterglow, she didn't mind that the taste of his come was spiced with the savory gravy of her pussy. She enjoyed the taste of her own cunt as well as her nephew's jism!
Martin half-closed his eyes. God, it felt nice having his aunt eat his cock.
"So that's what's going on around here!" an angry female voice exclaimed from behind him.