Martin froze in place. Lying with her head back and the jism and cunt oil, thinned by her saliva, trickling into her mouth, Jacqui wondered what was going on. The sweet fog of afterglow had abruptly vanished. She was left acutely conscious of her nakedness.
"Hi… Anne," Chuck said feebly. He gulped.
Anne! Jacqui's heart bounced around her ribcage like a small animal trying to get out. It was bad enough that one of Martin's friends was in on her degradation, but to have his girlfriend see his aunt like this, naked, tied, and violated, with come running out her twat and her nephew's gooey prick in her mouth, was unbearable. And the girl sounded mad!
"I was wondering why you pulled that disappearing act after school yesterday and today," the girl said dangerously, taking a step forward. "Let me give you some advice, lover-boy, when you cheat on me, don't leave your front door unlocked."
Martin took a step back. His prick grazed Jacqui's cheek as it slid from her lips. Upside down in her vision, the black-haired cheerleader stood a few feet away, hands on her hips, her pretty face pale and twisted with rage. She was dressed the way she had been two days ago when Jacqui had come upon the girl sucking her nephew's outsized cock, in a white letter sweater with a huge scarlet "W" stretched to bursting across her swelling jugs, and a brief red skirt barely covering her trim butt.
"Take it easy, baby," Martin muttered, holding his hands up in front of him. Anne got her first look at the inverted face of the naked woman, and her blue eyes went round. "That's your aunt!" she exclaimed. "Why, you incestuous son-of-a-bitch!"
The youth took a step toward the furious brunette. She suddenly swooped down at the carpet, and when she came up, she was holding Chuck's big revolver in both small, white hands, "Get away from me!" she hissed, aiming the gun at Martin's bare midriff. He stopped dead. His face was drained of all color.
"Hey, you've got her tied up!" Anne exclaimed. "So the man-stealing slut is into bondage! Well, baby, you'll have your chance to be tied up for real, now." Her brow furrowed as she studied the now-limp prick dangling down between her boyfriend's legs.
"I see," she said, "you were just tidying up your precious nephew's cock. Well, don't let me stop you, Ms. Hyde. Get back to work." With the gun she gestured for Martin to go back to the side of the bench where his aunt lay tied.
"But, baby, you don't understa…" Martin began. Anne cocked the pistol.
With a shrug, Martin walked back over and stood by his aunt's head. He took his cock between his fingers and placed it on her mouth. "I'm sorry, Aunt Jacqui," he said, and there was nervousness in his voice. "I don't have any choice."
Pursing her lips, Jacqui turned her head away. She was no longer perversely excited by the game. The sense of outrage and humiliation she'd felt when Martin and Chuck first stripped had poured back into her body full force. And there was something else added, fear.
Anne Roxbury was a jealous and passionate girl. And, with her waving that fat black around, it was clear she was none too stable mentally. What had started out as a boyish prank – a cruel one, but still a prank – had turned into something deadly serious.
And Jacqui had a terrible feeling it might be just that – deadly.
"Wait – Annie." Chuck stepped forward. His lanky prick swung like a tail between his thighs. Anne swung the gun to point at him. He raised his hands higher. "I'm not part of this, really I'm not. Martin just invited me over to share in the fun, that's all. It's not my fault."
Anne's eyes narrowed to slits glowing with a blast furnace blue glare. Her knuckle whitened as her finger tensed on the trigger. Chuck's Adam's apple bobbed slowly up and down.
The girl relaxed. "You mean you're on my side?"
Chuck nodded eagerly. "Anything you say – anything!"
"Prove it then." She jerked her head at the bound, nude librarian, with her face averted so that her nephew's limp prick lay across her cheek. "The skinny bitch doesn't want to cooperate. Get that jump rope over there and liven her up a bit."
A blue and white rope a yard long lay on the carpet beside the rowing machine. Chuck looked at it without comprehension. "Well?" Anne snapped. "Get with it. Whip that perverted slut till she obeys and sucks cock like she's been told!"
Fearfully, Chuck obeyed. He walked over and picked up the rope, absently twisting one end around a skinny hand. Then, shirt tails slapping against his bare ass, he walked till he stood across the bench from Martin.
Jacqui had her head raised to stare at him in horror Martin's cock had fallen off her face again. Chuck looked down at her with frightened yellow eyes. "You can't do this!" Jacqui forced out. "You won't…"
Chuck raised his arm and swung. The knotted end of the rope whistled down and landed on Jacqui's straining white belly.
"Yiiiaaaaiiieeeee!" shrieked Jacqui. Her back arched and her body flew into the air. She fell back to the unyielding surface of the bench so hard the breath was knocked out of her and she lay gasping.
Martin stepped back. Chuck stood gazing down at his victim. An angry red line crawled across her stomach. He licked his lips and raised his hand again.
This time his blow was more cunningly aimed. Jacqui's scream rattled the windows as searing pain cut into her left jug. Even through her thin bra, the nylon rope cut like a knife.
She lay biting her lip. Her jug throbbed with pain so intense it made it hard to catch her breath. "Well?" Anne asked sweetly. "Do you suck cock? Or do you suffer?"
Jacqui hung her head back and looked at her. The pretty adolescent face was twisted with sick exultation. So fascinated was the captive librarian with the look of utter evil on Anne's face that she didn't hear Chuck's next blow on its way.
Agony exploded in Jacqui's right tit. Her ass bucked off the bench once more, and her cry was sweet music to Anne's ears. Jacqui's ass thudded into the bench. She lifted her head to stare at her tormentor through a stinging curtain of tears.
There was an odd new glow in Chuck's pale eyes. Gone completely was the craven terror Jacqui had seen there before.
In its place was unholy, sadistic delight!
A scream ripped from Jacqui's throat as Chuck leaned down at her. He reached out and tore the brassiere from her pain-filled boobs. He looked at it with a strange little laugh, then threw it away.
"Now, how about it?" Anne asked, stepping forward. Martin stood like a statue by his aunt's head. The girl picked up his prick with her fingertips and put it back on Jacqui's face. "You going to finish licking nephew's dick clean? I hope you say no. I don't want to disappoint old Chuck here. Seems like he's got a mean streak in him."
Jacqui's eyes flicked to the security guard, who was grinning lopsidedly at her and fondling his makeshift whip. She shuddered. Then she opened her mouth. Martin sighed as the warm wetness of her mouth enfolded his prick once more.
It wasn't as pleasant as it had been before. The mixture of his come and the grease from her cunt had started to dry into a sticky, lumpy mess. Now that she was no longer turned on – far from it! – the taste of her own pussy that lingered on the limber staff of prick nauseated her. But she thought of the pain in her abused tits, and the look on Chuck's face, and she fell to licking Martin's prick.
In short order Martin's prick was clean and shiny with her spit. She pushed it out of her mouth with the tip of her tongue and looked expectantly at the cheerleader.
Anne nodded. The jump rope cracked right on the gaping gash of Jacqui's cunt.
The captive almost bit through her nephew's half-hardened prick. Her thighs smacked together around an agony so great she couldn't even cry out. Her pussy blazed with pain. "You filthy bitch," Martin said.
Anne ignored him. "I didn't say you could stop sucking prick, slut. Now, get back to work till Martin's dork is as hard and stiff as that bench you're lying on, or I'll let Chuckie cut you to shreds!"
Noisily, Jacqui began sucking Martin's cock. It didn't take very long for his prick to become a rigid pole of lust. With the threat of further whipping hanging over her, Jacqui sucked, cock even more avidly and expertly than she had a few minutes ago!
"Aw, this shit's nothin' new for her," Chuck told Anne. "Look in the pocket of Martin's pants. Should be some pictures there."
The cheerleader cocked her head, at her new accomplice, then did as he suggested. She cried out in surprise as she saw what the pictures were. "Martin took 'em yesterday himself. Set up an automatic camera and had at it. Pretty hot stuff, huh?"
The slurping sounds of Jacqui devouring her nephew's prick filled the room. Martin had his eyes closed and his hips were moving. Anne pursed her lips appreciatively, nodding.
"This gives me an idea," she said. She looked at her boyfriend's prick. It arched from his crotch into Jacqui's mouth. Her lips were an O around the girth of the cock. "Okay, lover boy, that's enough mouth action."
She put a hand on Martin's chest and pushed him so that he stumbled back. Jacqui looked terrified as his cock leapt out of her mouth. Anne lifted the gun and pointed at Martin's chest. "Just stand still," she commanded. "Chuck, pick the bitch up and untie her hands."
"Untie her?" Chuck sounded baffled.
"Do what I say!" Anne snarled. Shaken, Chuck bent down and pulled Jacqui to her feet. Her naked body sagged against his. His cock, hard as Martin's, prodded into her side above the hipbone. He dropped the rope and undid the belt that held her wrists. Anne nodded approvingly.
"All right," she said. "Now you, Marty boy. Go plunk your buns on the seat of that rowing contraption. Step it up!" Puzzled, the youth obeyed. His cock waved proudly from side to side as he walked to the device. The prick stuck out like a flagpole when he sat down.
"Now," Anne went on, "take our pet librarian and stick her on that big fat dick of his." She licked her lips in anticipation.
A light of understanding dawned on Chuck. He nodded, and propelled Jacqui towards the machine and her nephew with a rough shove. "Hey, you can't…" Martin growled, starting off the seat.
Anne pointed the gun at him. He froze. Jacqui fell heavily across one of the rails that ran parallel to either side of the chair. Anne laughed, and stopped to fumble at the belt of Chuck's discarded uniform pants.
She came up with a pair of silvery handcuffs dangling from her hand. Chuck was just helping Jacqui regain her feet. Her legs were rubbery. When she was upright he grasped her around the middle and hoisted her in the air.
Pale legs thrashed. Chuck sat the writhing woman right down on his friend's lap. Martin cursed as his cock was bent double under his aunt's weight.
"Oh, sorry." The head of Martin's prick burned against the outer lip of Jacqui's cunt. She felt herself being lifted, and then the prick head was pressing right between her pussy lips.
Martin groaned as his aunt's cunt kissed the head of his prick. Chuck let her weight down. She slid onto her nephew's spit-slick cock like a fireman going down a greased pole.
Once again a giant cock filled Jacqui Hyde's cunt. In spite of herself she gasped aloud with pleasure. God, her nephew had a wonderful prick. It stretched her pussy walls so deliciously, and the friction of his cock on her clit was irresistible delight. She fell forward against him, her bare boobs flattening on his chest. Her nipples were very hard.
Her arms slid around his waist. Suddenly she felt something cold encircle on with a click. She tried to draw back, but Chuck snapped the cuffs around her other wrist before she could get away.
She was trapped, with her arms cuffed behind her nephew's broad back. He strained slightly, and the enormous cock shifted in her cunt. Steaming pussy sauces flooded her twat. They soaked the huge prick filling her pussy, oozing out her blood-gorged cuntlips and flowing over Martin's balls. There were worse fates, after all, she thought. "That's right," Anne approved. "Now, Martin, take hold of those oars."
He looked over Jacqui's bare shoulder at her. When he didn't instantly do as she said she lashed his aunt's bare ass with the jump rope, which she'd retrieved from the floor. Jacqui jumped and cried out with pain.
"Look, I shred the skin off your auntie's pretty ass if you give me any shit. Now take hold of those oars and row!"
Martin did so. The rubber grips were cold. He looked at his girlfriend. "You're really one sick bitch, you know?" he said.
"Sick?" Anne laughed. "What makes you say that? I just saw those pictures, remember – you were tying the bitch up and whipping her yourself!"
"But that was different!"
"Was it?" Anne cocked her hips coquettishly. "Maybe it was. You were just playing around – this is for real!" She swung the rope so that its end cracked the nude woman's asshole.
"Ghaaaaaaaa!" Jacqui squealed. The stab of pain made her pussy clench on Martin's cock. He moaned in involuntary lust.
"Now row!" Anne raised the rope as if to strike again. Martin took a deep breath and hauled back on the oars for all he was worth.
And practically fell out of his chair! The backwards-straining motion, with his bare feet braced against the carpeted floor, had had the effect of ramming his already buried prick deeper into his aunt's hot cunt!
"Wow," breathed Jacqui, "that makes me feel a whole lot better!"
Martin set his jaw and pushed against the oars. He leaned forward, feeling Jacqui's delectable tits compress against his chest. He heard her gasp. His cock was surrounded by supple wetness. It seemed to throb with desire.
Once more he pulled back. His cock went farther than ever up Jacqui's snatch. "Oh!" she cried as she felt his prick fill her, impossibly, even fuller than she had been. "Oooooooooh!"
The wet plunging sounds of his cock levering in and out of Jacqui's sopping cunt mingled with the creak of the rowing machine. Martin made long, deliberate strokes at first, that had them both moaning and gasping for breath, as the big prick stirred lazily in the fragrant pussy. "God, God, God," Jacqui chanted mindlessly.
Aware of her situation, her predicament, the pain and humiliation she'd just undergone slipped away. Perhaps it was her own passionate nature, or perhaps it was merely that she was still feeling the effects of months of sexual starvation. It didn't matter to Jacqui, all she wanted to do now was fuck.
Martin was eager enough to oblige. He'd never felt anything like this before! The powerful motion of his working the oar machine was vigorously but slowly screwing his luscious aunt. The leverage he exerted crammed his cock ever deeper with every luxurious stroke.
Gradually, the tempo of his fucking picked up. He worked the oars faster and faster, piling his prick in and out of his aunt's pussy harder and faster. "Give it to me," Jacqui moaned ecstatically. "Fill me with that giant rod of yours. God, I've never felt a cock so big. I've never been fucked so good!"
Martin grunted and pulled harder still. His cock pistoned in and out in a short, powerful strokes and a loud sucking sound. Jacqui's buttocks splayed apart and came back together as her nephew's big cock fucked between.
Chuck, his cock standing up straight from his crotch, hovered by Anne's elbow. "Hey, they're really getting into it," he commented agitatedly.
He reached for the rope. "Let me put some nice tiger stripes on the bitch's ass!"
Anne held the jump rope out of reach. "What a change!" she laughed. "You're showing a different stripe yourself, tiger. What's gotten into you?"
Chuck shook his sandy hair out of his eyes. "I dunno," he said. "I just never had people where I could… do anything I wanted to 'em before. Here, let me whip that fine ass a little bit!"
Giggling girlishly, Anne draped the rope around her neck. "Later, there'll be time, for that," she said, her eyes travelling to his impressively long cock. She brought her shoulders back so that her heavy boobs jutted at Chuck's lusting eyes. He saw that she wasn't wearing any bra. The nipples were swollen like ripe cherries. "Can't you think of anything you'd rather do?"
She turned and twitched away toward the pool table. Panting like a dog, Chuck followed her. She walked to the far side. Unconcernedly, she stripped off her panties. Then she bent over, leaning on her elbows and resting her chin on her palms, avidly watching Martin row and fuck his cock in and out of his captive aunt.
Chuck trotted up behind her. His hands trembled as he lifted her skirt up over her hips. Her ass was gloriously nude beneath. Her buns were ripe but firm, and a pearly white color that set his mouth to watering.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Anne said, with the tip of her tongue pressed to the roof of her mouth. Chuck's prick was long and cool slipping into her slavering twat from behind.
The cold steel of the handcuffs rode up and down Martin's back the feel of the cuffs, the weight of his aunt's lithe body in his lap, her tits squashed against his chest, her cunt hungrily sucking in his cock, the smell and sound of her wet, greedy pussy as his rowing pumped his prick in and out of it – all blended into one erotic totality that threatened to overwhelm him.
"Can't… hold out," he gritted, into the fragrant hair lying against her slender neck. "Gotta come… soon!"
He hauled back more fiercely than before. His cock head prodded into his aunt's womb. "Yes," she gasped. "Yes! Come in me! Fill my pussy with your delicious jism! Oh, hurry!"
"Getting pretty racy, isn't she?" Anne asked. She was on tiptoe, enjoying the feel of Chuck sliding his ten-inch cock into her pussy. "It's amazing how depraved some people can be. No wonder our young people are turning out so rotten – getting knocked up. Ahh! Aim your prick a little to the right – there! Hot fuck, that feels fine!"
Jacqui threw her head back. Martin's cock was so far up her cunt her pussy lips were draped around his fisted balls. "Come now, baby!" she cried. "Noooooow!"
Her pussy squeezed Martin's prick. "Jesus," he sobbed, and blew his wad.
His butt came clear off the seat. His cock injected another fiery load of come in Jacqui's brimming cunt. She squealed and clenched her cunt so hard, come and cunt juice squirted out over his lap.
Then she was coming, hard and fast, with stars spinning before her eyes.