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WARNING:
     This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
     The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and 
contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an adult, or 
reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
     I am NOT the author.  I don't have the talent to write these 
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                                BH-8045

                              Tied Up Aunt

                             By Val Marrick



                                Chapter 1

     "God yes!  Fuck me hard!" the naked woman begged.  The carpet was 
rough under her elbows and knees.  To either side the stacks of books 
loomed over her like guardians, seeming to look down in disapproval on 
this lewd intrusion on their quiet sanctum.  "Ram that big fat cock all 
the way to my tonsils!"
     Kneeling behind her, the tall, well-built young man shook blond 
hair out of his eyes and gazed down at the perfectly matched demiglobes 
of her ass, divided neatly by the massive pillar of cock he was driving 
into her pussy from behind.  His prick was smeared with aromatic juices.  
His vigorous fucking made a rhythmic sound as the cock pistoned in and 
out of the seething pussy.
     The woman's whole body undulated as she fucked the youth back with 
all her skill and passion.  Those achingly lovely white buttocks surged 
and rolled around the endless cock as it rammed home.  Her pussy sucked 
noisily on the prick as it pulled out.
     The youth's clutching fingers made deep depressions in the flawless 
skin of her ass.  With every lunging stroke his dangling balls smacked 
wetly into the midst of her gaping, cock-gorged pussy lips.  Her cunt 
felt like a combination of a hot, wet vacuum cleaner and a roller-
coaster ride on his cock.
     A thin film of sweat sheened their naked bodies.  The musty air of 
the library was thick with the smell of aroused and greedy cunt.  The 
huffing and puffing of erotic exertions rang around the structural 
members of the ceiling.
     "That's it," the woman choked out as the cock slammed deep into her 
cunt.  "Just keep it up like that, big boy.  I'm going to come at ... 
any ... minute -- ahh!"
     "That's good," grunted the fair-haired youth.  He slid his palms 
over the satiny smoothness of that churning ass.  "I can't hold out much 
longer myself!"
     The woman barely heard him.  Intolerable pressure was building up 
in her pussy.  Pressure that could only be let off in one way.  
Desperate to prolong the sweet ecstasy of fucking, the woman tried to 
fight back her climax, but it was too much, she had to -
     "EEEEEEYYYYAAAAHHHH!" she shrieked.  The very walls seemed to 
tremble with the enormity of it -- screaming, in the halls of a library!  
"I'm COOOOMMMMMiiinnnggg!"
     For the young man it was as if his cock had suddenly taken on a 
life of his own.  The hungry prick seemed to drag his hips back and 
forth as the steaming cauldron of the woman's cunt boiled over with 
orgasm.  The intensity of her climax shook him like a giant hand.
     Then her pussy clamped down on his huge, thrusting prick.  "Woof!" 
he exclaimed, and spewed come like a firehouse into the furthest regions 
of her snatch.
     She tossed her head from side to side, moaning low in her throat, 
her short auburn hair whipping her cheeks.  She was complete.  Her body 
and soul were thrilling to a thunderous orgasm.  A giant cock was 
ramrodding her cunt from behind, and better, was pumping her pussy full 
of rich, warm come.  It had been so long, so long.
     "Miss?"
     So long since she had known the irresistible, domineering urgency 
of a rigid male cock coming in her pussy.
     "Miss?" The voice was tentative, but tinged with impatience.
     "Don't talk," the woman moaned, "just keep fucking me!"
     "I beg your pardon?"
     Jacqueline Hyde snapped her eyes opened.  A pimply-faced teenager 
stood peering across the book checkout desk at her.  His face was dead 
pale and his eyes were big as duck eggs.  The librarian felt herself 
blushing.
     "Umm, uh -- I said, keep trucking, Lee.  Just a friendly greeting." 
She adjusted her round-framed glasses, feeling like a total idiot.  "May 
I help you?"
     Wordlessly, the boy shoved a pile of books at her.
     Jacqui bit her lip as she watched the narrow-shouldered figure beat 
a hasty retreat, clutching his bundle of books.  You almost blew it that 
time, baby, she told herself.
     Almost of its own accord, her ass wiggled in the seat of her swivel 
chair.  Her long, slender thighs were pressed tightly together.  The hot 
smell of nylons soaked with pungent pussy sauce was thick in her 
nostrils.  How could the kid have failed to recognize the unmistakable 
odor of aroused cunt?
     Then Jacqui thought about what the kid looked like.  No, of course 
he wouldn't recognize it.  Looking like that, he'd never have smelled an 
aroused pussy!
     Her thighs squirmed together.  Dammit, she was still turned on!
     She looked around.  It was late afternoon, and the library was 
deserted.  She cupped her full, ripe tits in her hand.  She could feel 
the straining hardness of her nipples, even through her blouse and 
brassiere.  She was still horny as hell from her graphic fantasy -- she 
could still feel that gigantic cock driving into her!
     She'd been too long without a man.  It was six months since her 
divorce and over six months since she'd last gotten fucked.  She dropped 
her hands to her lap.  Slowly, her fingers inched their way down till 
they covered the moist mound of her pussy.
     A soft groan of pleasure rose unbidden in her throat as she began 
to massage the soft mound of her cunt.  She was going to have to be more 
careful about when she fantasized.  If that kid hadn't been a na ve 
schmuck, and sexually insecure into the bargain, the jig would be up 
right now.
     She'd also have to watch out what she fantasized as well.  That had 
been no imaginary lover, kneeling on the carpet of the Robert V. 
Woodward Memorial Library, fucking his big cock in and out of her like a 
horny stallion.
     It was her nephew Martin!
     Martin, big, powerful sexy Martin.  Hard to believe he had only 
just turned seventeen.  With his professor father and mother -- Jacqui's 
sister -- on a year's sabbatical in Athens studying Greek culture, he 
and Jacqui has been alone together in that big house for two months.  
And in that time Jacqui Hyde had become painfully aware of just what a 
desirable stud her teenaged nephew was.
     Her head jerked back.  Her eyes turned glassy.  Unnnh." She moaned.  
There was a brief, sharp spasming in her cunt, and then her body 
relaxed.
     She'd brought herself off.  But big deal!  Her orgasm had been just 
a brief twinge, a mere release of sexual tension.  Not the grand 
outburst of ecstasy it should have been.
     Something was very wrong.  And it would take a real man to set it 
right again!

                             *     *     *

     At first Jacqui thought she had the sprawling suburban house to 
herself.  Then she heard voices echoing up the stairs from the basement.  
Downstairs was the rec room and a surprisingly well-equipped gym.  
Martin must have some of his friends down there shooting pool.  She 
walked to the door and opened it, to call down a greeting so the boy 
wouldn't worry when he heard movement upstairs.
     "Oh, wow!" a girl's voice floated clearly up to the woman's 
startled ears, "What a cock!  I just can't get over it -- let me at it!" 
She heard a guttural grunt from her nephew.
     Heart thudding, Jacqui kicked off her shoes.  Then in nyloned feet 
she crept quietly down the stairs.  Her joints somehow felt weak and 
watery, and there was a tightness in the base of her throat.  She had to 
lean against one wall for support.
     She reached the bottom of the stairs.  Cautiously, she peered out 
around the end of the stairwell.
     Her nephew wasn't playing pool, but he was plying his cue all 
right.  He stood, naked but for a red muscle shirt stretched over his 
broad chest, beside the flat green table.  On her knees before him was a 
black-haired girl in a cheerleader's costume.  He was fucking his rigid 
prick in and out between her full moist lips.
     His prick was every bit as huge as Jacqui had imagined it!
     "That feels nice," the boy murmured, tangling his hand in the 
gleaming wealth of raven hair at his waist.  "But I've got an even 
better idea!"
     He tugged upward on the black hair.  The girl gave a little squeal 
around his prick, fully half of which was thrust into her face, forcing 
her jaws far apart and making her round cheeks pooch out like a 
chipmunk's.  Then she started to climb to her feet.  Stubbornly, she 
kept her oral hold of the big cock.  Wetly it slid out of her sucking 
mouth, till at least it popped free.  It sprang up, flicking the girl's 
own saliva into her face.
     "Why'd you do that?" the girl asked, straightening.  Her full young 
boobs were heaving with passion under her white sweater.  "I was just 
getting into it!"
     So was I, baby," Martin assured her.  "But like I said, I got a 
better idea."
     He put his hands around her narrow waist and lifted.  She was a 
head shorted than he was, but was voluptuously built for a girl her age, 
plush-hipped, big-titted, with a round saucy ass only just concealed by 
the hem of her red skirt.  In spite of this, Martin lifted her as if she 
were no heavier than a child.  He sat her on the edge of the pool table.
     One hand reached for a ripe tit as the other slid up a satin thigh 
into the abbreviated skirt.  "Ooh," the girl moaned as Martin began to 
caress her jug and pussy mound simultaneously.  "That's a good idea!"
     "I haven't even started yet," Martin murmured.  He let go of the 
tit.  He took hold of the lower edge of the cheerleader's blouse and 
began to roll it upward, exposing an expanse of the girl's pale belly.  
The other hand was kneading the squirmy pussy lips through the thin 
material of her panties.  His hard cock burned like a beacon between the 
cheerleader's parted thighs.
     Unseen in the stairwell, Jacqui Hyde gazed in awe as her nephew 
tugged the blouse up over the brunette's tits.  They were incredible!  A 
wealth of snowy titflesh was barely restrained by a lacy white nothing 
of a bra.  The nipples, seen through the gauzy bra, were big cherry-
sized nubbins in palm-sized patches of aureole, so dark they were almost 
purple -- a sharp contrast to the pink-tinged pallor of her cantaloupe-
like jugs.
     With a coo like a horny dove the cheerleader took over from Martin, 
whipping her blouse the rest of the way off and flinging it in a corner, 
where it draped over an exercise cycle's handlebars.  With his free hand 
the muscular youth began to maul a giant boob, as the girl reached back 
with feverish fingers to undo the bra's clasp.  The bra came away, and 
the brunette's tits bounced free.
     Martin gave a low cry of delight and buried his face between the 
girl's boobs, licking and gnawing the toothsome titflesh.  "Ooooh!" the 
girl exclaimed, and crushed his blond head to her jugs.  She rocked her 
hips back to allow the ragingly horny youth to yank her panties from her 
rounded ass.
     Martin Reinhard was surrounded by resilient walls of tit.  The 
brunette's boobs had a slightly salty, slightly sweet taste the youth 
found more maddening than any perfume.  And the smell of raw cunt from 
where he was stroking one finger over the sensitive lips of her pussy 
was pure delight to his nostrils.
     He nibbled his way to the crest of the wiggling girl's boob.  
Rather than nip daintily at her inflated nipple, he spread his jaws wide 
and sucked the tip of the tit, aureole, fat nipple, and all, into his 
hungry mouth.  The girl moaned with delight and stroked his head.
     "Oh yes!" she trilled.  "Suck my titty!  And, ahhhhh, your finger 
feels so good going into my cunt!  Fuck me with your finger, big boy!  
Get your knuckles wet!"
     Loud squelching sounds told Jacqui that the girl was getting her 
wish!
     She leaned back against the wall of the stairwell, out of sight of 
the passionate teenagers.  Her breath was coming faster.  Her heart 
pounded as if she'd just run a quarter mile.  What a spectacle!
     She recognized the black-haired buxom girl, now.  Her name was Anne 
Roxbury, and she was in Martin's class at Walter Williams Jr. Memorial 
High School.  She'd been around once or twice before that Jacqui knew 
of.  She was a polite and intelligent-seeming girl, from the few times 
Jacqui had talked to her.  Of course, she was showing a side of herself 
that the lithe and youthfully lovely librarian hadn't suspected she 
possessed.
     But then again, so was Martin!
     "You're biting my nipple!  Hey, that hurts -- but it hurts so 
goooood!  Keep chewing my tit, keep fucking my pussy with your finger -- 
don't ever stop!" Jacqui was aware of a new feeling, deep inside.  A 
feeling of jealousy.  Why was this little teenybopper getting something 
she had been denied for so long?  The feelings of passion, that had 
almost caused her to humiliate herself that afternoon, returned in 
force.  The odor of her own hungrily-watering twat added to the tang of 
the cheerleader's cunt sauce, being spattered all over the rec room by 
Martin's probing middle finger!
     The tall youth began pushing the girlfriend back and down onto the 
green top of the pool table.  Her blue eyes glittered with anticipation 
and horniness.  "That's right!" she cried.  "Fuck me!  Fuck me now with 
that great big lovely cock!"
     "Un-huh." Martin shook his head.  Slim fingers clawed into talons 
as he wagged the orally-entrapped nipple from side to side.  He lifted 
his head.  His mouth and Anne's tit were liberally smeared with saliva.  
"I've got something new in mind!"
     The girl's eyes widened as he climbed up on the table, straddling 
her waist.  His cock grew like a tree out of the tangled undergrowth of 
his pubic bush.  And what a cock it was!  Nine inches long and 
proportionally thick, with veins twining like snakes along it, and a 
broad scarlet head that seemed to radiate lustful heat.  Anne caught her 
breath and stared as Martin took hold of his cumbersome prick and bent 
down to aim right at his face.
     He scooted forward, his balls dragging over the plane of the girl's 
belly.  Anne's eyes stayed fixed on the head of that might cock.  A tiny 
drop of clear preseminal fluid glistened in the tiny cleft in the tip of 
the prick.
     "What are you doing?" Her voice was hoarse with eagerness.
     Martin bent down till the underside of his stiff prick was pressed 
between the pillowy mountains of her jugs.  Letting go of his cock, he 
slid his sweaty palmed hands around to the outside of her gorgeous tits.  
He pressed the boobs inward -- trapping the turgid cock between them!
     He moved his hips experimentally forward.  The action fucked his 
cock an inch into the hot, dry tunnel formed by the two large jugs.  It 
felt good.  He fucked a little bit deeper and sighed with satisfaction.
     "My tits!" the girl exclaimed in surprised delight.  "You're going 
to fuck my tits!"
     "Very perceptive," Martin grunted.  He pulled his cock back from 
between the girl's boobs.  It seemed to vibrate with eagerness to be 
plunged back into the narrow passage through those mountainous jugs.
     Like a bar of heated iron the big prick surged between Anne's tits.  
The ultrasensitive tit-flesh thrilled to the delicious friction of the 
hard-driving cock.  Martin laid his thumbs atop the boobs and began 
diddling the nipples as he fucked.
     "Ohhh, that's nice!" Anne moaned.  She looked down past her nose.  
The flaring head of Martin's cock thrust at her face as he shoved his 
hips forward.  Then it disappeared back into the softness of her jugs as 
he pulled away.  Back and forth his cock sawed, thrilling her tits with 
every powerful stroke.
     The young man felt Anne's hands close over him.  He looked into her 
lust-bright eyes.  Taking his hands from her boobs, he slipped them 
behind her neck, lacing the fingers to support the black-haired head.
     Now it was Ann who was squeezing and molding her boobs around 
Martin's hard-driving cock.  With him holding up her head, she could 
watch every exciting thrust of that swollen prick.  Then she realized 
she was in a position to do something more rewarding than just watch.
     With the next forward surge of Martin's prick, she opened her 
berry-red mouth and let the cockhead slip inside.  She shut her teeth 
behind the hood of the flaring prick-head, trapping his cock for a 
dazzling moment while her tongue laved over its burning tip.
     After an eternal instant, she let the prick go.  Immediately it 
retreated in the dank hollow between the girl's plentiful jugs.  "Hot 
damn," Martin breathed.
     "Like it?" Anne asked archly, eyeing her boobs hungrily, waiting 
for the young man's cock to drive forward again.  She was writhing 
beneath Martin in a fever of passion.  The fucking his cock was giving 
them, and the delicious manipulations of her own hands, had her hot and 
horny as hell!
     She didn't have to wait long.  Martin rammed his prick hard up the 
channel of yielding titflesh.  Unerringly the prick arrowed into the 
girl's mouth.  She wrapped her lips fervently around it and sucked.
     Martin moaned!  His crotch was pressed right up against the 
undersides of his girlfriend's plentiful jugs.  His cock was imprisoned 
delightfully between them -- while her skilled and eager mouth went to 
work on its enflamed cockhead!  "Get ready, baby," he told the girl.  
"I'm going to come off at any minute!"
     Without warning Anne released his cock.  It glistened wetly with 
her spit.  "Anytime, lover!" she gasped.  "Just fuck my titties hard, so 
I can get off too!"
     Martin obeyed.  Jacqui stared in unabashed amazement at the fucking 
her nephew dealt the cheerleader's ample tits.  What power!  What 
furious passion!  At every forward stroke his cockhead popped like a 
ripe fruit into Anne's eagerly -- awaiting mouth.  Every time he pulled 
back Anne practically sobbed with excitement and crushed her boobs 
around the spit-soaked prick.
     Sexual energy seemed to radiate from the young pair.  Jacqui felt 
it herself.  Oh, how she felt it!  It wasn't just her months of 
abstinence that made her pant with passion as she slipped a hand into 
her panties and began to finger-fuck herself with shaking hands.  It was 
as if some of the incredible sensual pleasure that had the young 
cheerleader wiggling in its grip was being transmitted somehow to her 
own neglected body.
     Martin had never before felt anything to compare with the treat his 
prick was getting now.  Those warm, pliant mounds of tit, being rolled 
so expertly around and around his thrusting cock, combined with the 
teasing liquid touch of Anne's lips and tongue to send him totally out 
of his mind!
     The black-haired beauty, her cheerleader's skirt up around her 
waist and the dark-bearded pussy yawning hungrily between her perfect 
thighs, was feeling no less excitement than the boy.  It was fantastic 
getting her big tits fucked.  Why had she never thought of it before?  
The huge ripe tit-mounds were absolutely laden with sensitive nerves, 
and when she got turned on, the slightest touch sent pleasure crackling 
into her ribcage.  And the frenzied fucking and manual mauling they were 
getting now were delicious beyond compare!
     The prick fucked home in her slavering mouth.  Her belly hollowed 
out beneath Martin's ass as she sucked for all she was worth.  The boy 
grunted incoherently.
     Then the withdrawing cock shot creamy white come all over the 
girl's pretty face.
     Anne gasped in astonishment as the youth, no less surprised at the 
sudden eruption of his giant prick, fucked it back into the hollow of 
her jugs.  Jism geysered forth from between them.  Then the cockhead 
sprouted out again, its read head glazed with come.
     "You're coming!" Anne shouted in ecstasy.  Her thighs went together 
with a bang!  And she started to cry out that she was coming too.  But 
Martin's fountaining cock, plugging into her open mouth and spewing a 
charge of boiling sperm all the way to her tonsils, muffled her words.
     Long-nailed hands mauled masses of titflesh around the throbbing, 
spurting cock.  Trembling with the fury of his climax, Martin sat still 
and pumped his come into the girl's greedy face till it ran out her 
mouth, to either side of the quivering cock.  Just as eagerly, the 
wildly-climaxing brunette jacked his cock off with her tits and drank 
every drop of savory come down.  They grunted and came like rutting 
animals till they gave a mutual, sigh of exhaustion and Martin fell full 
length atop the squirming girl.  His still-stiffened cock pinned the 
girl's head to the tabletop like a butterfly in a collector's display.
     Teetering on the brink of orgasm herself, Jacqui Hyde convulsively 
yanked sopping fingers from her snatch.  No, this wasn't the way!  She 
was determined to do it right, and without any further delay.
     Tonight she would be coming, as a lusty young woman should -- with 
her cunt crammed full of randy, all-male cock!  And she had a plan.



                                Chapter 2

     Nine o'clock at night and Martin Reinhard was floating in a 
blissful state halfway between waking and dreaming.  His long, lean, 
well-muscled body was immersed in a steaming hot bath.  His mind was 
immersed in lustful thoughts of the afternoon's activities with Anne 
Roxbury.
     How they had fucked!  After he'd tit-fucked the girl to climax and 
come off in her mouth, she had sucked his mighty prick hard as he went 
down on her, lashing her pussy oils to a froth with his knowing tongue.  
Then he had rolled over on his back and fucked the girl till she 
screamed with sheer ecstasy.  The sight of her short skirt riding up her 
thighs, bright red against the paleness of her otherwise naked body, 
turned him on immensely -- even hours and hours after the fact.
     His cock was stirring into lustful life again.  His eyes closed 
languidly, he groped for it beneath the surface of the water.  It was 
already the consistency of bread pudding, and as he lazily began jacking 
it off, its tip poked up above the water and the cock acquired the 
hardness of tempered steel.
     God, was he ever horny again!  It was too bad Anne had to be home 
by five-thirty to avoid arousing the suspicions of her parents.  If she 
had, she could have aroused something other than suspicion in her randy 
boyfriend!  Even after pumping loads of jism into her mouth and her 
delectable pussy, his cock could have easily fucked her time and time 
again!  He had a lot more sexual vitality than most men and he knew it.
     Of course that meant sometimes, such as now, he'd be squirting his 
come into open air or bath water.  And what a waste that was!
     Distantly, he became aware of a cool breath wafting over his face 
and the straining tip of his prick.  It took him a minute to realize 
that someone had eased open the bathroom door, and closed it just as 
quietly.
     He opened his eyes to narrow slits.  Then they went wide as his 
eyebrows tried to climb to his hairline.
     His aunt was standing there by the tub, looking down at him with a 
strange light in her amber eyes.  And she was wearing even less than his 
girlfriend had been when he'd balled her that afternoon.
     He started to sit up.  "Wha-?" he began.  Jacqui stepped brazenly 
into the tub and thrust her hips forward.
     Martin's words were cut off by a damp, crisp, tasty mat of cunt fur 
pressed over his mouth.  The forested bulge of his aunt's pussy mound 
filled his mouth with softness and delicious flavor -- the flavor of 
aroused cunt!
     "Mmmmm-ff!" he said, and he began gnawing on Jacqui's cunt bun.  
She moaned happily and lifted her other foot into the tub, to stand 
naked and spread-legged before his surprised but happily cunt-eating 
nephew.
     Sitting up, Martin reached behind the woman and cupped his hands 
over her ass.  How firm and sweet those buttcheeks were!  He squeezed 
them, savoring the feel of them.  He pulled the furry pussy harder 
against his gobbling face.
     A trickle of something warm ran down his chin.  Jacqui groaned and 
cocked her hips.  The greasy slit of her cunt slid right up over her 
nephew's greedy lips.  Then her pussy spread wide to kiss the youth full 
on the mouth -- a rank, juicy, sloppy cunt-kiss that made his cock throb 
violently with painful, urgent need.
     "Mmmmm!" he said again, more emphatically than before.  He kissed 
those gaping pussy lips with a wet smack that made his aunt shudder with 
delight.  Then he slid his tongue into the brimming mess of her cunt.
     "Oh my!" she gasped.  She was really and truly startled by his 
tongue entering her pussy.  Not that she was surprised by Martin's doing 
so -- under the circumstances, running his tongue lovingly into his 
aunt's dripping slit was rather to be expected -- but by how utterly 
good it felt!  She cradled his head in her hands and began rubbing her 
pussy into his face.
     The youth's tongue was sweet music to her cunt.  First it ran up 
and down the slot of her cunt a few times, sucking up mouthfuls of 
sweet, freely flowing pussy oils.  Then it eased out of her cunt and 
began scouring the pussy lips from the outside, licking and lapping, 
running between the sensitive inner cunt lips and the thick flesh-rolls 
of her outer pussy lips.
     "That's nice -- very nice," Jacqui murmured.  It felt as if a hand 
was closed over her heart.  Why had she waited so long?  For months she 
had been living in the same house with this gorgeous stud.  Why had she 
hesitated so long before finding relief for her overpowering sexual 
need?
     But this was incest, a part of her protested.  This was evil, 
unnatural, wrong.  Her own nephew!  The idea that she would be standing 
in a bathtub full of hot water while her nephew noisily devouring her 
greedy cunt would once have shocked her.
     But now she didn't care.  Sampling again the incredible delight of 
having her pussy eagerly and expertly lapped, she knew she would do 
anything to keep getting the delightful attention her pussy required.  
It was betrayal of her sister, she knew.  And if her affair with Martin 
were ever found out, it would be the end of her job at the library as 
well.
     Martin pulled his head back from the dripping cunt.  He stuck his 
tongue out deliberately and touched its tip to the scalloped inner 
cuntlips.  They tasted hot and oily.  He began to push the tongue 
between his aunt's pussy lips, felt her shiver with pleasure.  "Oooooh," 
she husked, from the back of her throat.  "What are they teaching you 
kids in school these days?"
     Martin didn't answer.  He just kept running his tongue into her 
slack-lipped cunt.  Seething liquid from Jacqui's pussy filled his mouth 
and lathered his tongue.  He felt the elastic walls of her cunt molding 
around his intruding tongue, trying to draw it deeper into the depths of 
her needy twat.
     Hard, even teeth crushed Jacqui's pussy lips.  Deeper and deeper 
probed the young man's tongue.  Then it stopped.  Jacqui rolled her hips 
around that teasingly cock-imitating shaft of tongue.  Her pussy muscles 
so long unused, came to life to grasp it in a slippery sleeve of cunt.
     Martin moaned as his aunt's pussy took hold of his tongue.  Damn, 
she had good muscle control!  What would that educated pussy feel like 
wrapped around his throbbing, rampant cock?
     He intended to find out.  But first he was going to make his hot 
aunt come!
     He started fucking his tongue furiously in and out of Jacqui's 
lathering pussy.  Aromatic essence of cunt filled his mouth.  Shuddering 
moans of delight filled his ears.
     Jacqui's pussy was alive with pleasure, and her whole body seemed 
to prickle with hot white points of joy.  "Oh, it's good," she cried.  
Her head was thrown back and her bobbed auburn hair spilled down her 
back.  Her throat was a graceful white arch.  "I'd forgotten how -- 
ooooh! -- good it is to have my pussy lapped!"
     Martin was thinking he'd never known how good it was to lap a 
pussy!  His aunt's slobbering squirming snatch seemed to possess a life 
of its own.  It was clutching and frenching his tongue as skillfully as 
any mouth.  Her lean, nude body, slippery with condensed water, was 
satiny-skinned and delightful to the touch.  The taste of her cunt was 
clean and crisp and tantalizing.
     He tongue-fucked that greedy pussy till Jacqui was groaning 
mindlessly and orbiting her hips around his stabbing tongue.  Then he 
changed his tactics.  He pulled his tongue out with a juicy pop!  And 
then slid it up the spice-filled trench of her cunt till it notched into 
the little vee of flesh at the upper end.
     To his surprise, he found that her clit, far from cowering back 
within its protective hood of pink pussy, was jutting out proudly, 
demanding the attention of his tongue.  He didn't disappoint the nerve-
rich node that was the pleasure center of his aunt's pussy.
     Incandescent flashes of light exploded in Jacqui's brain.  
"Aaaaaaah!" she gasped.  Her fingernails dug into the back of nephew's 
blond head.  "Eat me!  Eat me till I can't stand it anymore!  Make me 
come!  I need to come!"
     To hear was to obey.  Punching at the clit with his tongue, Martin 
slipped his lips around it.  His belly went hollow as he sucked with all 
his might.
     Water sloshed agitatedly around Jacqui's calves.  What tremendous 
force had hit her like a thunderbolt?  What power was shaking her?  Why 
was her pussy, seeming at the same time to collapse and explode in a 
galaxy of delicious sensations.
     It had been so long.  But then the long-limbed divorcee recognized 
what was happening to her.
     "Yes -- YES!" she cried, exultant.  "I'm 
COOOOOOMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!"
     Her sharp tits bounced and jiggled madly.  Martin slipped his thumb 
into the morass of her cunt, felt her pussy walls contract tightly about 
it.  Her pubic bones slammed him in the face so hard he saw stars.  He 
clung grimly, sucking and tonguing her swollen clit, while she fucked 
her hips ecstatically back and forth into his greedily gobbling face.
     "Unnnh!  Unnnh!  Uh-HUNH!" Jacqui moaned in tempo to the banging of 
her cunt into her nephew's face.  It's so nice, she thought, soooo nice.  
How did I ever live without it?
     The fury of his aunt's orgasm made the young man uncomfortably 
aware of his own need.  His cock seemed to pound with one urgent demand 
-- fuck, fuck, he had to fuck!
     With his thumb still stirring the delightful witches brew of his 
aunt's climaxing cunt, he began to tug the lissome armload of woman down 
toward the stiff bar of prick between her waterslick thighs.
     The crashing waves of orgasm were beginning to calm inside Jacqui's 
long-neglected body.  She wondered why Martin was trying to pull her 
down.  She bent her head slowly forward, savoring the relaxation of her 
orgasm-tightened neck muscles.  Her eyes opened.
     All of a sudden she knew what her nephew had in mind.  Like an 
iceberg, most of his titanic cock was submerged in the bath water.  But 
enough of his scarlet-headed prick showed above the rippling wavelets to 
arouse the interest anew in her sated cunt!
     Her feet slipping on the enamel floor of the tub, she bent her 
knees.  Her pussy-mouth parted readily, watering in anticipation of 
being crammed full of her nephew's cock.  Her heart thudded against her 
ribs as though trying to hammer its way out.  She was about to be 
fucked!
     Martin lay back and watched the show.  He pulled his tongue out of 
Jacqui's snatch.  It was sticky and shiny with fragrant pussy sauces.  
He put it in his mouth and licked it absentmindedly.
     The pink-petalled flower of Jacqui's cunt blossomed before her 
nephew's lustful eyes.  He watched raptly as the pussy reached right for 
the head of his prick.  Was this really happening?  Never in his wildest 
imaginings had he ever dreamed he'd be watching his beautiful aunt 
getting ready to fuck herself silly on his outsized cock.  And getting 
fucked in the bathroom was one of his most agonizingly unattainable 
sexual fantasies!
     The dripping lips of Jacqui's cunt touched the red-hot tip of her 
nephew's cock.  Both of them were almost surprised when they didn't hear 
a hiss of steam.  The lips opened, slid down, drawing the cock into the 
overflowing well of her pussy.
     In fascination, Martin watched Jacqui's cunt completely swallow the 
fat, wedge-shaped head of his prick.  The cool lips closed on the 
throbbing shaft of his prick.  He closed his eyes and sighed.
     Shifting her hips to seat herself more firmly on the youth's prick, 
Jacqui started to lower herself.
     In her years of being married to accountant Vic Edwards, Jacqui had 
learned all kinds of tricks to drive a man out of his mind when he 
fucked her.  But now she wasn't being subtle.  She had no time for that.
     She had to feel every inch of that wonderful prick crammed into her 
cunt without delay!
     Without a pause Jacqui's pussy flowed down the pillar of Martin's 
cock.  With a squelching sound the triangle of her cunt bush disappeared 
into the water.  Martin pressed his head against the unyielding white 
enamel and shut his eyes as Jacqui ground her pussy hard into his 
crotch.
     He didn't have time to savor the oily snugness of her sinuous tube 
of pussy.  At once she raised herself, her cunt lips pooching out along 
the well-greased pole cock.  Martin bit his lip as vacuum sucked 
irresistibly on his hard, horny cock.
     For an instant Jacqui hung poised in space, water pouring off her 
buttocks and thighs, reveling in the feel of having her cunt lips wedged 
apart by the mammoth head of her nephew's cock.  She was in heaven!  
This was incest, this was something she'd always been taught was a 
nasty, ugly sin.  She should have been recoiling in horror from the very 
idea.
     But instead she was wallowing in the hot, horny, carnally sensuous 
reality of fucking!
     She sat down suddenly.  She and Martin gasped as her pussy was 
abruptly chock-full of vibrating cock.  He reached dripping hands out of 
the water to grab hold of her tits.  The nipples poked like little 
fingers into his palms.  Then his aunt erupted out of the water like a 
sea serpent.  Grunting and blowing, Martin lay back and tried to survive 
the most hair-raising wild fuck of his young life!
     He could feel in every fiber of his aunt's nude body that here was 
a woman totally skilled in the erotic arts, but she wasn't using a bit 
of finesse on his straining prick.  Instead, she was fucking herself 
with the erotic abandon of the truly sex-starved.  And it was 
practically killing him with pleasure!
     Incredibly, Jacqui's pussy was tight -- almost too much so.  It was 
every bit as tight as any of the tasty, nubile adolescent pussies he'd 
plugged his cock into.  And that tightness, combined with the desperate 
fury with which his aunt was rhythmically impaling itself on his prick, 
were hurling him headlong toward coming off.
     But he didn't want that to happen -- not yet!  This was too nice to 
end so soon.  Here was the perfect, unattainable woman he'd lived close 
to for half a year.  He hadn't even dared fantasize fucking her before 
this.  That was incest.  It was forbidden.  If he'd so much as 
considered it, he felt sure she would have detected it and turned from 
him fathomless loathing.
     But here she was -- fucking him half to death in his very own bath!  
And it was her doing, not his.  Till he'd opened his eyes to stare 
unbelievingly at the slender, naked body towering over him, he had had 
no thought of sampling the delights of Jacqui Hyde's pussy!
     "Ahhh-ngahh!" Jacqui sobbed.  Her head whipped from side to side in 
counterpoint to the up and down of her soaking ass.  She had a cock in 
her pussy again and what a cock!  Even Vic Edwards hadn't had a cock 
like that -- and he hadn't used it half as well!  Though he wasn't aware 
he was doing so, Martin was driving hard with his hips every time his 
aunt slid down the greasy cock, hammering his prick home in her juicy 
snatch.  He seemed to be pounding the head of his prick halfway to his 
aunt's tonsils.  And that was just exactly what she wanted!
     The level of water in the bathtub was going down.  Huge quantities 
of water sloshed out onto the floor every time Jacqui ground her ass 
hard against her nephew's thighs, and more slopped over when she shoved 
herself up till she was standing all the way up on her knees and 
marveling that a good inch of cock was still in her cunt!
     "Give it to me!" Jacqui gritted.  "Let me have every inch of that 
lovely cock!"
     "You've got it, baby," Martin replied.  He closed his hands on her 
boobs.
     "That feels good -- everything you do feels good!  I love the feel 
of your cock in me.  I love you hands on my tits!  Oh, fuck me hard!"
     Martin squeezed the slender nipples between finger and thumb.  His 
head was swimming.  Fucking underwater was a completely different 
sensation from anything he'd ever experienced!  The water swirling 
around his prick made his cock react in a brand new way to the cunt-
juiced filled pussy slithering ravenously over it.
     A shudder wracked his muscular frame.  His hands clamped like 
pinchers on his aunt's boobs.
     "What is it?" she asked.  "Are you about to come?"
     Martin nodded.
     "Good!  Come now -- come in me!  I want your jism in my pussy!"
     If that's the way you want it, Martin thought.  He fucked upwards 
so his hips emerged from the water and Jacqui writhed in the air on the 
deeply buried ramrod of her nephew's cock.  Then he fired a long, 
lingering blast of come far, far up into his aunt's belly.
     The sting of Martin's hot come seared the nerve-ends in Jacqui's 
cunt.  A spark seemed to burn its way into her pussy.  Then she 
exploded.
     The first contraction milked an even longer surge of sperm from 
Martin's prick.  With his body enveloped in warm water and his prick 
embedded in a clutching cunt, Martin surrendered himself totally to the 
erotic sensations.  He floated in a rich broth of ecstasy, and pumped 
load after load of boiling come into Jacqui's coming twat.
     His head sank into the frothing water.  His ears filled with the 
fluid.  But dimly, a sound came to his brain, seemingly ringing in her 
very bones.
     Then, as the pounding surf of climax closed over his consciousness, 
he identified the sound.  It was the full-throated, ecstatic screaming 
of a woman being purged of endless nights of deep, dark longing.



                                Chapter 3

     Black high-heeled shoes, incongruously elegant for a librarian, 
clattered down the steps to the basement.  Jacqui felt her heart 
fluttering with delighted anticipation.  Why, I'm behaving just like a 
schoolgirl on her first date!  She thought.  She smiled at herself.  Her 
lips were very red and very shiny.
     "Hello!" she called, leaning out of the stairwell and peering 
around in the gloom of the basement.  "Hello?" There was no answer 
except for a slightly hollow echo.
     She stepped forward.  Her heels clicked on the bare cement floor of 
the basement.  "Hello?" she called again.
     Blinding light sprang up.  She yelped and jumped back, throwing up 
an arm to shield her face from the glare.
     "Welcome to my castle," said a passable imitation of Bela Lugosi.  
Then the startled librarian heard laughter coming from the direction of 
the dazzling light.
     "Martin?" she said timidly.  "Is that you?"
     Instantly the light went off.  Jacqui stood blinking away violet 
spots that hovered before her eyes.  "Found out," her nephew laughed, 
stepping forward.
     As much angry with herself for letting herself be scared half out 
of her wits as with her nephew for his childish prank, Jacqui opened her 
mouth to protest.  Instantly Martin had his strong arms around her and 
her mouth covered with his.  "Mmmm-mm!" the woman said, but then her 
nephew's probing tongue silenced her.
     For a long moment she stood with her head back while Martin scoured 
the inside of her mouth with his tongue.  Then her own hands crept up 
around his broad ribcage, and her tongue met his in a sensuous embrace.  
Tall as she was, and in high-heels to boot, her nephew still had to tilt 
his head down to kiss his lusty aunt.
     The youth's hands stroked down her back.  She thrilled to the firm, 
gentle touch.  Then Martin's hands went around her ass cheeks and 
squeezed.  Jacqui moaned and ground her pussy mound against his crotch.
     Fingers probed in toward the crease between Jacqui's perfectly-
matched buttocks.  She felt a fingertip prod at the dainty pucker of her 
asshole, through the fabric of her panties and her short, slinky skirt.  
Another finger rubbed at the tender flesh between her butthole and the 
already-watering gape of her pussy.  She sighed heavily, and her hands 
turned into claws on her nephew's back.
     Her small firm breasts were flattened against Martin's chest.  
Jacqui could feel the blood-gorged nipples like little pebbles being 
pushed back into the cushions of her tits.  Every beat of Martin's heart 
sent tickles of pleasure into her nipples.
     The smell of passion-misted cunt wafted to both their nostrils.  
Jacqui's excited cunt juices were flowing eagerly into the crotch of her 
panties.  Gasping with passion, she tore her mouth away from her 
nephew's.
     "What are you waiting for?" she demanded huskily.  "Throw me down 
on the floor and fuck me!"
     Grinning, her nephew pushed her away and regarded her at arm's 
length.  She was an impressive picture, with her pouty jugs heaving, her 
amber eyes glowing with lust, her small, saucy mouth shiny, and her hair 
in auburn disarray.  She looked far younger even than she was.
     "You don't know how much I'd like to do that," the boy confided to 
her.  "But didn't I promise yesterday I'd have something very, ahh, 
special for you this afternoon?"
     Excitedly, Jacqui nodded.
     "Then come along," He took his aunt by the arm and steered her back 
toward the recreation area.
     The rec room was a corner of the basement that Martin's dad had 
carpeted and partially paneled in walnut-stained plywood.  It contained 
a pool table -- the one Jacqui had watched her nephew titfuck his 
girlfriend on the day before -- a few chairs, a set of weights, an 
exercise cycle, and an unlikely contraption Jacqui had been told was a 
rowing machine.  Martin was down here for a long time every day, working 
out with the sports equipment, or in his own partitioned corner of the 
basement, which he had turned into a darkroom for his own hobby, 
photography.
     At the moment it looked as if he'd decided to invade the rec room.  
Big lights were hung from clamps here and there about the room, waiting 
the flick of a switch to fill the room with hot white light.  It had 
been one of these that Martin had dazzled his aunt with when she came 
down to the basement to find him.
     To one side of the room was Martin's pride and joy, a big, 
expensive camera on a tripod, aimed at a bare patch of carpet.  It had 
some kind of mechanism affixed to it, which the lovely librarian 
couldn't identify but which reminded her of a kitchen timer.
     "What's this?" she asked, turning.  Martin stood beaming proudly at 
the array.
     "Haven't you guessed?" he asked.  He steered her by the arm to 
stand in front of the camera.  He stepped to it and made an adjustment.  
When he stepped back to his aunt's side there was a faint humming in the 
air.
     "Wha-?" Jacqui began, but as before Martin's mouth shut off her 
words.  His tongue was like a firebrand on hers, and she moaned 
throatily and returned the kiss, her arms wrapped around her nephew's 
neck.
     There was a small but distinct click.  Jacqui jumped back, staring 
around.  Her eye lit on the camera's big object lens.  "Wait a minute," 
she said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.  "Did that thing just make a 
noise?"
     Martin let go of his aunt.  "Smile," he said.  "You're on camera!" 
He went over to the wall and flicked a switch.  Immediately the room was 
ablaze with light.
     "What's the big idea?" his aunt demanded.  Standing there, with her 
fists on her hips and her head cocked to one side, she was the most 
achingly erotic thing he'd ever seen.
     He swept her up in his arms.  Again their mouths melted together 
for a lingering kiss.  One hand traveled to Jacqui's crotch and squeezed 
her cunt bun, then hiked up her skirt and slipped inside.
     Jacqui groaned as her nephew's hand closed over her pussy mound.  
He massaged the cunt bun, feeling the moistness of her panties.  His 
other hand came around to fondle a delectable tit.
     The diminutive click sounded again.  Jacqui started violently, but 
her nephew lifted his hand and ran it down inside her panties.  Her warm 
pussy sauces flowed out over his palm, and then a finger was in her 
cunt, stroking gently in and out.
     The hand let go of her tit.  Before Jacqui knew what was happening 
it was skinning her sodden underpants off her rounded butt, down the 
taper of her thighs, around her knees.  Cool air washed over the 
flooded, finger-filled slash of her cunt.  Martin's stiff cock, still 
trapped in his pants, felt like a bar of cold-rolled steel between them.
     Jacqui broke off her kiss.  She bent over and pulled off her 
panties, gracefully lifting first one leg and then the other.  She 
tossed the panties gaily aside and began unbuttoning her coffee-colored 
blouse.  With one hand still cupped to the forested mound of her cunt 
while a finger probed at the tormented inside her pussy, the other slid 
down to revel in the silky feel of her bare ass.
     In an instant the librarian had her blouse open and was shrugging 
it off over white shoulders.  The high proud tits encased in a lacy 
black bra were nowhere near the mountainous mammaries Anne Roxbury had 
displayed, but they were worthy of attention in their own right.  
Martin's eyes devoured the boobs as his aunt reached over her shoulders 
to undo the catch.
     With a snick, it came free.  She brought her bra straps forward 
over her shoulders with deliberate tantalizing slowness.  She felt his 
cock give a mighty throb of impatience.
     The cups of the bra fell away.  Twin glories of tit-flesh were 
exposed -- not the vast heaving mounds the raven-haired cheerleader 
possessed, but jutting pale cones, tipped with dark brown nipples half 
an inch long, straining with lustful eagerness.  Martin fucked another 
finger into his aunt's dripping cunt and buried his face between her 
boobs.
     Jacqui cried out as her nephew's rough wet tongue washed over her 
jugs.  Paradoxically, it felt both hot and cool at the same time.  She 
cradled his head to her, gritting her teeth in pleasure so intense it 
approached pain as he brushed a nipple with his tongue.
     The two fingers sucked noisily out of her twat.  She started to 
protest, but then Martin pulled her skirt down, baring her ass and furry 
twat.  She moaned again and pressed against him.
     Her pussy yearned for his giant cock.  Her tits were on fire with 
delight from his tongue and the gentle, almost infuriating nips he was 
giving the delicate white titflesh with his teeth.  She stepped out of 
her skirt and her nephew folded both hands around her rump again.  His 
fingers came inward, teased open the lips of her snatch, and pushed 
inside her cunt.
     "Ohhhhhh!" Jacqui cried.  Her cunt was suddenly full to overflowing 
with her nephew's squirming fingers.  The sensation was like having a 
handful of snakes thrust up her cunt.
     With frenzied fingers she began plucking at the buttons of Martin's 
work shirt, reaching around his blond head as she did so.  He licked up 
to the point of one dainty tit and fastened his mouth on it like a 
lamprey.  He sucked in with all his might till Jacqui felt the skin 
would be delightfully stripped away from her jugs.  Then he began 
exerting a gradual pressure with his teeth, his lips wrapped over them 
to keep them from hurting the soft skin of his aunt's boobs.
     With his tongue he punched at an erect nipple.  It vibrated with 
excitement.  "God!" choked Jacqui.  She waggled her ass.  Her pussy 
squelched around his invading fingers.
     His shirt unbuttoned, Jacqui pulled it down over his powerful brown 
shoulders.  He let the trapped tit slide out of his mouth till he was 
holding just the stiff nipple between his lips.  He began to gnaw at it.
     The youth was in heaven.  His hands were full of oily, lively cunt.  
The scalding sauces of his aunt's cunt ran freely over his knuckles.  
His mouth was savoring the dry, salty taste of tit, and his whole body 
was feeling the erotic tension building up inside Jacqui.  If he didn't 
do something quick, he was going to come in his pants!
     His fingers sloshed out of Jacqui's cunt.  Pussy juice drooled down 
her firm thighs.  He let go of her nipple and turned her naked body 
around, tugging his shirt the rest of the way off as he did so.
     Jacqui found herself bent over, with her ass pressed into Martin's 
crotch.  One arm was draped over her hip and curled around so that 
knowing fingers could search out her clit in the rain-forest tangle of 
her cunt bush.  Martin's other hand was busily opening the fly of his 
corduroys.
     "Hurry!" Jacqui urged.  "Get that big cock out and fuck it into me.  
Oh, hurry!"
     With a slap, the underside of Martin's stiff prick rebounded off 
her rounded butt.  She felt its heat washing over her ass.  "Fuck me 
now!" she demanded as he let go of her twat to pull off his pants and 
underwear.
     Her wish was his command.  Straightening, Martin took hold of her 
lushly-padded hips and without further preamble drove his long, cool 
cock hilt-deep in her cunt!
     Jacqui gasped as her nephew's prick thrust home in the brimming 
well of her pussy.  His hands were holding her around the waist now.  
Huffing like a steam engine he began fucking his huge prick swiftly in 
and out of the librarian's dripping snatch.
     Her tits bobbled to every powerful stroke of her nephew's massive 
cock.  With her hands on her thighs for balance, Jacqui stood and drank 
in the hardness, the rampant maleness of that pistoning prick.  Once 
again, the camera clicked.
     She was suddenly aware that she had subconsciously heard the 
clicking sound several times during the last few minutes.  She'd been 
too preoccupied to truly take notice.  Now she rolled her hips 
sensuously around the invading spar of cock as Martin fucked into her 
and asked, "What exactly is the idea behind that -- ahhh! -- camera?  
God, you're big!"
     "Thanks," the youth grunted.  "Like I told you, it's your surprise.  
I thought it would be fun to get everything down on film, sort of.  You 
know how being in front of a camera brings out the ham in everyone."
     Jacqui stiffened.  "You mean that thing is taking pictures of us?" 
she demanded.
     In reply her nephew ran his nine inches of prick smoothly and 
irresistibly into her oily cunt.  "Sure," he gasped, as the resilient 
walls of his aunt's pussy collapsed around his prick.  His balls slapped 
wetly against the mouth of her cunt.  "Every twenty seconds on the 
"woooooowww! -- dot."
     He pulled out with a sound of suction.  Her pussy sheath clung to 
his cock like a sleeve of oiled silk.
     Jacqui's disgust and anger floated away on a current of pleasure.  
How could she get mad at her nephew, with that wonderful cock giving her 
cunt the best reaming-out it had ever had?  She'd never even seen a cock 
as big as Martin's.
     As for being photographed -- Jacqui suddenly realized her pulse was 
beating even faster, her breath was coming shorter.  She was getting 
even more turned on at the idea of being photographed while she fucked 
her nephew.
     "You're right," she said.  "Being on camera does bring out the ham 
in a person."
     "Huh?" Martin asked.  Then all the air whooshed from his lungs as 
Jacqui gripped his cock with her pussy and threw her hips into a wild 
spiral.
     It was like having his cock stuck in a blender.  Martin tried to 
slow down, but his hips wouldn't let him.  Of their own accord they kept 
fucking his cock in and out of that well-lubricated, steaming, hungry 
cunt.
     "W-w-wow!" he gasped again.  Jacqui's tits jiggled madly.  She felt 
his fingers clamped like talons on her hips.  His cock was stretching 
and twisting the tunnel of her pussy in a million different, wonderful 
ways.
     "Like that?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder with a 
lascivious smile.  Her nephew could do no more than grunt wordlessly and 
nod his head.  She tossed her hair and concentrated on the feel of his 
furiously pumping prick.
     The strong fingers let go her hips and slid down the curve of her 
butt.  The churning ripeness of her lush ass filled his hands.  He slid 
his thumbs into the sweaty crevice between her asscheeks.  Their tips 
touched her asshole.
     They teased at the coyly fisted opening of Jacqui's ass.  She 
moaned with pleasure.  Martin popped his thumb into her asshole then, 
and she cried aloud.
     With total abandon she fucked her nephew.  Sweat ran down her face 
and dripped off her chin.  Both her cunt and her butt were filled with 
man!  It was beautiful.
     Martin fucked his thumb in and out of his aunt's asshole a few 
times.  His furry crotch brushed his knuckles at every thrust of his 
rigid prick.  A fine spray of fragrant cunt honey dewed his hand.
     He fucked his cock into Jacqui's cunt so hard it lifted her feet 
off the floor.  Then he pulled the prick noisily out of her pussy.  A 
torrent of cunt sauce ran down her legs like lava.
     "What's the matter?" Jacqui demanded.  Her voice hoarse with 
passion.  "Keep fucking me -- don't stop now!"
     "I won't," her nephew assured her.  The thumb came out her ass till 
only the tip remained in her butt hole.  She felt a delicious stretching 
as the reluctant circular muscle that held her butthole closed was 
pulled open.
     Click!  Went the camera.  Jacqui felt something warm and resilient 
slotted into the cup-like opening of her asshole, between Martin's thumb 
tips.  It began pressing inward with a gentle, irresistible pressure.
     Jacqui felt trickles of coolness running down her ass.  It was cunt 
juice, she realized, dripping from his mammoth, well-oiled cock.  
"You're about to fuck my butt!" she sang out, an edge of nervousness in 
her voice.
     "No," he corrected.  "I am fucking your butt!" He pushed hard.  The 
head of his cock popped into his aunt's ass.  He let out a prolonged, 
shuddering sigh of pure pleasure at the feel of that tight ring of ass 
flesh clamped behind the flaring glans of his prick.
     For a moment he stood with just the end of his cock stuck in his 
aunt's butt.  His palms were sweaty on her ass.  "Do you want to be 
fucked up the ass?" he asked.  "You do like it, don't you."
     "Y-yes." Jacqui bit her lip.  "But it's been so long -- and you're 
so ... so huge!"
     "That should make it better." Click!  Went the camera.  Martin slid 
his fingers forwards and hooked them around Jacqui's hipbones.
     "Ready or not," he said, "Here I come!"
     As completely possessed by raging lust as the librarian was now, 
she was willing to surrender her asshole willingly to her nephew's huge 
pole of cock.  But the reflex of her anus was to tighten up against the 
intrusion of Martin's prick.  Greased as it was with the luscious fluids 
from her aroused cunt, it couldn't be stopped, but the opposition of 
Jacqui's ass muscles made it a hard task to drive the cock home.
     The muscles stood out on Martin's forearms as he pulled his aunt's 
pale nude body onto his cock.  "Ohh-ow!" she gasped.  "It hurts.  You're 
too big!"
     Ignoring her, he kept single-mindedly shoving his cock into her 
perfect butt.  He watched fascinated as his fat prick inched its way 
between her molded asscheeks.  Her ass was taut beneath the satin skin 
as it fought his cock.
     It felt to the bent-over librarian, as if her butt was going to be 
split apart by Martin's cock.  It was too big to fit in her tiny 
asshole!  "Stop," she begged.  "Take it out of my butt.  I'll suck you, 
fuck you -- anything you want.  Just get it out of my ass!"
     Martin looked down at her, the curving lines of her slender back, 
the swell of her buttocks, the scarlet crack of her ass, spread wide now 
by his cock wedging between her butt cheeks.  "I will," he choked, "if 
that's what you really want."
     Jacqui relaxed slightly.  Another inch of prick jammed into her 
butt.  "Aiie!" she yelled.  "Yes -- no!  No, I love it!  I love the feel 
of your cock in my butt!  It hurts -- but it hurts so good!  Tear me 
apart, if you want to.  Make me hurt, make me scream, make me split down 
the middle only, fuck my ass!"
     With a mighty heave, Martin thrust the rest of his prick into her 
butt.  The air hissed out of her lungs as his taut ball sac smacked 
against her pussy.  She had taken in his entire magnificent prick!
     For a dozen heartbeats they stood like that, crotch to ass.  Martin 
savored the impossible pressure enfolding his prick from all sides.  
Jacqui reveled in the feel of having her tiny anal passage stuffed 
completely full of cock.  The huge prick seemed to swell inside her with 
every neat of her heart, threatening at any moment to tear her naked 
body open.  But now, though she was conscious of stabbing pains shooting 
through her ass, all they did was add a sweet edge of the pleasure the 
cock in her ass gave her.
     Martin pushed with his hand against her upturned ass.  His cock 
started sliding out.  Jacqui cried out!  It hurt!  She was being pulled 
inside-out.  Her ass channel seemed to be getting rubbed raw by the 
withdrawing prick.
     But at the same time it felt better than anything she'd ever 
imagined!
     It took every ounce of will power for Martin to keep from blowing 
his wad up his aunt's ass then and there.  But he wanted to fuck her 
butt first!  He pulled out, feeling a dazzling array of hot sensations 
as Jacqui began wiggling her ass around his cock.  He pulled the prick 
out of that maddeningly tight noose -- and then he drove it home with 
sledgehammer force.
     "Ahhh, GAAAAAAAAWWWWWD!" Jacqui screamed, and then her nephew was 
fucking her ass for all he was worth.  Despite its enormous girth and 
the narrowness of his aunt's anus, Martin was soon pistoning his cock in 
and out of his aunt's asshole almost as fast as if he were fucking her 
sloppy, slippery pussy!
     Jacqui's knees gave way under her.  They banged on the carpeted 
floor.  Martin followed, his half-buried cock bending sharply downward.  
The twisting his cock gave Jacqui's asshole made her see stars and 
wiggle her ass even more furiously around the incredible cock!  She fell 
forward.
     Her tits were squashed against the carpet.  Her cheek was pressed 
to the floor.  Martin knelt behind her, banging his big prick in and out 
of her tortured asshole as if he were trying for an Olympic gold medal.  
Every powerful thrust of his prick grated Jacqui's lust swollen tits 
against the rug.  But she didn't care!
     She was almost delirious with pleasure -- pain.  This was ecstasy, 
this was what the ancient martyrs felt.  The agony in her ass 
transfigured her pleasure, made it a cosmic delight that touched body 
and soul.  She could feel her nephew's heart thudding, deep within her 
ass.  She could feel the simmering load of jism coming to a boil in his 
balls.
     "Come in me, Martin," she pleaded.  "I'm ready -- oh God, I'm 
ready!  All I need is to feel your come in my ass!  Fill my rectum with 
your sperm!"
     To accent her words, she tightened her asshole as hard as she 
could.  Martin groaned as his cock was crushed.  Every square inch of 
its surface seemed to have been rubbed raw by fucking up and down the 
too narrow passage of Jacqui's ass.  The feeling of having his prick 
crushed by her ass overloaded his every sense.
     It was too much.  He came.  A fiery wad of come shot up Jacqui's 
butt, burning like napalm.
     Jacqui wanted to cry out with love and gratitude as she felt 
Martin's jism scald her asshole.  But she couldn't find her voice.  It 
was as if giant hands clamped her pussy tunnel, her heart, her lungs, 
and squeezed.  She couldn't breathe.  She couldn't cry out.  All she 
could do was press her face into the carpet and come around the bucking, 
thrusting, spitting prick!
     The smooth demiglobes of her ass swam in Martin's vision as he came 
and came again.  The camera clicks seemed to come closer together now, 
recording every surging pulse of his coming cock, every involuntary jump 
of his aunt's sleek ass, as the milked every drop of sensation of their 
mutual climax.
     At last the fury began to die down.  Head slumped loosely on his 
neck, Martin idly watched the white come bubble out around the bar of 
his prick and dribble down the cleft of Jacqui's ass.



                                Chapter 4

     For a long time Martin stood there on his knees behind his aunt's 
upturned buttocks.  Sweat dripped into his eyes, stinging them with 
salt.  He gazed with satisfaction at the sweetly rounded asscheeks 
pressed against his crotch, with his mammoth cock thrust between them.  
As the last throbs of his climax ebbed away, he watched jism trickle 
from Jacqui's overflowing asshole.  It ran in white streams down the 
insides of her thighs.
     The woman let out a luxurious sigh and rubbed her cheeks dreamily 
on the carpet.  "That was nice," she purred.  She wagged her butt 
slightly around the still-rigid spar of her nephew's cock.  "When do we 
do it again?"
     "Right away." Martin put his palms on the pale ass cheeks and 
pushed away.  Inch by inch his giant prick came out of his aunt's ass, 
dripping with his come.
     "Ahhhhhh," Jacqui said in satisfaction.  "That feels good.  It's 
been so long since I've had a cock in my ass."
     With a little grunt of exertion, Martin pulled the rest of his 
prick out of her butt.  It dangled between his hairy, muscular thighs, 
drooling jism.  Spend leaked out of Jacqui's still-slackened asshole.  
He bent down and kissed it.
     The taste of his own come was tart in his mouth as he pressed his 
lips to the woman's butthole.  She moved her hips from side to side and 
pushed her trim ass back against his face.
     "Oh -- ahhhhhhhh," she murmured as her nephew slipped his tongue up 
her butt.  "That feels strange -- different.  But nice, very nice."
     Martin didn't hear her.  He'd never eaten a woman's ass before.  
The sensation was unusual and delightful.  Different, as his aunt had 
said.  The small pucker of Jacqui's asshole was dry and rubbery.  Her 
asshole itself, when he slid his tongue inside it, was tight and hot and 
slick with his come.
     As he tongued her anus, he brought up a hand to cup her cunt bun, 
teasing a finger between her pendulous pussy lips.  He was rewarded by a 
moan of pleasure and a cascade of hot sauce from his aunt's snatch that 
filled his hand.
     Martin's tongue felt good up Jacqui's butt.  It was as new an 
experience for her as for her randy nephew.  Her sex life with her ex-
husband had been rich and varied, before Jacqui had finally gotten fed 
up with his infidelity.  He had enjoyed fucking his long-legged wife up 
the ass, but had never tried licking her butthole.
     The blond youth eagerly swirled his tongue around inside his aunt's 
asshole till it was clean of his come.  Then he sat up, licking his 
lips.  From his knees he surveyed the naked exposure of Jacqui's back 
and butt.
     "Hmmm," he said.  Then he hauled back and gave the woman a stinging 
slap across her ass.
     "Yipe!" Jacqui yelped.  Her body straightened as she shot forward 
on the carpet.  She lay on her stomach, panting.  The tips of her tits 
burned from their rapid slide over the rough carpet.
     "What's the big idea?" the nude woman demanded.  She felt gingerly 
at her butt.  Her skin was warm to the touch where her nephew's hand had 
landed.
     The camera clicked again.  "Just a new game I've thought up," 
Martin told her.  "How long has it been since you've been spanked?"
     It took Jacqui a few moments to catch what her nephew was getting 
at.  Then she exploded in a fury of movement, pulling her legs and arms 
beneath her and trying to scuttle away from the muscular young man.  
That swat on the ass hurt, and while her nephew was a helluva good fuck, 
she had a feeling she wasn't going to care much for this new game of 
his.
     Martin let his aunt get halfway to the stairs.  Then in a few easy 
bounds he was on her.  His strong arms wrapped around her wrist, he 
picked her up and hauled her kicking and struggling back into the room.
     "Let me go!" Jacqui demanded.  She was flushing hotly all over her 
naked body.  Her toothsome tits were a fetching rosy hue.  "Put me down 
this instant!"
     Her nephew obeyed by dumping her unceremoniously on all fours 
beside the pool table.  She tried to get up again, but then he was on 
top of her, straddling her, pinning her face down on the floor with his 
weight.  She flailed and kicked and cried out indignantly.  To her fury, 
all her exertions seemed to do was amuse her nephew.  Laughing 
uproariously, he trapped both his aunt's slender wrists in one large 
hand.  Then he picked up a nylon rope lying on the floor nearby and tied 
her wrists together with one end.  The other he lashed to a stout leg of 
the pool table, leaving about a foot of play in the rope.
     The weight came off of Jacqui's back.  She rolled over.  Her nephew 
was standing looking down at her with a look of satisfaction on his 
handsome face.  His prick stuck out almost straight from the tawny 
tangle of his bush, she noted.  "Wh-what are you going to do with me?" 
the naked, bound librarian asked her nephew quiveringly.
     Martin's smile broadened.  A wicked glitter came into his green 
eyes.  "Why, I'm going to spank you," he said.  "You've been a bad, bad 
girl."
     At the look on Martin's face, Jacqui's pulse quickened with fear.  
Or was it more than that?  Her dilated nostrils seemed to detect a fresh 
tang of pussy sauce in the air.
     A sudden, strange feeling of coldness came over Jacqui.  Was she 
getting turned on at the idea that her powerful, masculine nephew was 
about to spank her bare, defenseless buttocks?  At the feel of having 
her wrists helplessly bound together by a nylon rope?
     She didn't have much time to think about it.  Martin plopped down 
beside her on the floor and hauled her effortlessly across his knee.  
"Wait, hold it," she pleaded.  "Can't we reason this ou-OOOOOUUUUCH!"
     Martin raised his hands from a white buttcheek blazing with the 
scarlet imprint of his palm.  His hand stung from the force of the blow.  
He could feel his aunt quivering in his lap.
     What was this feeling he had?  His pulse pounded in his ears.  He 
was extremely horny, all of a sudden, despite coming off spectacularly 
in his aunt's asshole not five minutes ago.  He could feel the tip of 
his cock poking into Jacqui's soft belly.  But it was more than mere 
lust he was feeling now.  It was ... power.
     The camera clicked.  He swung again, a looping overhand swat.  
"Yiiiiii!" Jacqui squealed.  She jackknifed violently.  Her long legs 
flashed in the air.
     Again Martin hit her, and again.  Then he was raining blows 
furiously on his aunt's upturned buttocks.  With a sound like wet sails 
snapping in the wind, he spanked those luscious bare asscheeks for all 
he was worth.
     Jacqui was crying and pleading with him to stop.  The tears ran 
freely down her face.  The rope was rubbing her wrists raw, but showed 
no signs of giving way.  She was trapped, despite her struggles.
     Heat radiated from the upturned ass.  The once-snowy hills of ass 
flesh glowed a deep cherry red.  It seemed to the aroused youth that he 
could feel the smarting in his aunt's abused ass.
     Sweat streamed down his face.  His muscles were getting sore from 
his relentless onslaught on Jacqui's ass.  She bounced around in his 
lap, flopping and squirming with the pain.
     Sweat-covered flesh slid over sweat-covered flesh.  Martin became 
aware of something else.  From somewhere cool wetness was running down 
onto one bare thigh.
     His nostrils, spread wide to drink huge breaths of air into his 
hungry lungs, gave him the answer.  She was getting turned on!  Her 
pussy was watering with renewed desire, and the fragrant juices were 
spilling out of her cunt mouth and leaking onto his leg.
     So he wasn't the only one getting horny from spanking his librarian 
aunt!  But his victim wasn't the only one hurting either.  The palm of 
his right hand throbbed with pain from hitting her ass.
     The tempo of his blows slowed as he looked about the room.  Jacqui 
wagged her glowing butt, as though demanding him to get back to the 
serious business of spanking her.  He saw that his jeans were lying 
within easy reach, so he leaned over and snagged them by the belt loops.
     Unaware of what her nephew was up to, Jacqui lay limply across his 
knees.  She was breathing heavily, and not only from the brisk exercise 
she'd been getting.  "You like it?" the young man asked her, pulling the 
thick brown belt out of its loops.  "You dig being spanked?"
     Jacqui shook her head.  A stinging swat landed on her already sore 
butt.  "Aiii!" she cried.  "Yes!  Yes, damn you -- I like it!  Why are 
you stopping?"
     Martin wrapped his fingers around the belt buckle.  He wound the 
leather strap several turns around his hand till about a foot dangled 
from his fist.  "I'm not," he said, drawing a bead on that ripe, beet-
red ass.  "Just taking a breather."
     With that he swung the belt and brought it down right between the 
cheeks of his aunt's ass.
     It was as though an electric shock had blasted though her shiny 
nude body.  She jerked so hard she bounced clear off her nephew's lap.  
"Yeeeeee!  OOOOOOWWWWWW!" she wailed.  When she landed it knocked the 
breath out of the boy.
     He drew back his arm and struck again.  Once more the leather 
cracked on Jacqui's butt.  She squealed, and her calves thrashed in the 
air.
     Martin's aim wasn't to inflict any permanent damage.  It was just 
what he'd told Jacqui -- to try something new.  And something was 
telling him he'd struck paydirt.  His aunt screamed and fought 
convincingly enough when the blows landed, and sobbed in between, but 
the sobs weren't sobs of pain -- they were sobs of passion!
     He had a lap full of incredibly aroused, naked woman!
     "How do you like this?" he asked.  Jacqui shook her head.  He 
slapped her ass lightly with the belt, making her jump more with 
surprise than pain.  "Well?"
     "Nuh -- nooo!" the woman wailed.  "Stop it!"
     Martin leered down at her.  "You don't want me to do this any 
more?" Leather slapped loudly on bare flesh.
     "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Jacqui screeched.  "No -- yes!  I don't know -- just 
don't hurt me anymore!"
     "Then what do you want me to do?"
     "Leave me alone!"
     Crack!  The naked body bucked.  The camera clicked.
     "What do you want?" Crack!  "Tell the truth!" Crack!
     "Stop -- oooowwww!  I just want you to stop spanking me!
     "Is that all?" Martin planted three stiff blows smack on the narrow 
crevice of his aunt's tightly-clenched butt.  "Is that all you want?"
     Crack!  "Yes!" Click-crack!  "Yeeaiii!  Yes -- no!  No, it's not!"
     Martin let the belt rest like a tail across the heaving pink 
buttocks.  "Then what do you want?"
     Jacqui opened her mouth to answer and found she couldn't!
     The naked librarian wanted to scream out to her nephew, "Fuck me -- 
fuck me hard!" But she was somehow inhibited.  In the heat of passion, 
when his incredibly huge cock was pistoning in and out of her sopping 
cunt, she had found it easy enough to vocalize her lust and need and joy 
-- in terms the prim and proper Ms.  Jacqueline Hyde of Memorial Library 
would have found shockingly graphic!
     But this was different.  Somehow she couldn't say the words her 
slavering pussy demanded that she say.  This was her nephew, after all!
     Martin seemed to sense his aunt's discomfort.  He was getting 
incredibly turned on by the cat and mouse game he was playing with her.  
He was dominating his naked, lovely, wanton aunt completely and he was 
loving every minute of it!
     "What is it you want?" he asked again.  He lifted his arm.
     "I can't -- aiiiiieeeee!" She had relaxed her ass unconsciously.  
The belt came down hard right on the pucker of her asshole!  The pain 
was exquisite.
     Yes, it was exquisite!  She was actually enjoying the pain!  "Can't 
tell you!"
     Martin snapped the tip of the belt like a whip at his aunt's left 
butt cheek.  "What is it you want?"
     "I want you to fuck me," Jacqui said in a small voice.
     Bang!  "AIIIYITCH!" Jacqui shrilled.  "I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME, 
DAMMIT!"
     Martin threw the belt away.  "You should have told me before!" he 
said, spilling the naked woman off onto the floor.  She fell heavily on 
her side.
     "Oof!" she said.  Strong fingers grasped her thigh.  Martin was 
kneeling behind her ass, lifting her leg into the air.  One hand held 
his cock.  He bent the throbbing prick down to aim its wedge-shaped head 
right at his aunt's oozing pussy.
     Jacqui looked down.  Her amber eyes opened wide as she saw that 
magnificent prick approaching her cunt.  "Oh yes!" she cried in delight, 
and reached down to spread her pussy lips to receive that gorgeous cock.
     Only she couldn't.  Her hands were still tied!  She flushed with 
embarrassment, and then the head of Martin's cock touched her wide-open 
pussy,
     Electric pleasure thrilled along her nerves.  "Hurry up," she 
cried.  All her inhibitions were forgotten in the sudden surge of need 
that filled her body.  "Fuck that great big cock into my hungry pussy!"
     But Martin wasn't through toying with his lusty aunt.  He inserted 
the tip of his prick between the juicy twat lips and stood, reveling in 
the feel of the woman's ravenous pussy kissing his prick.
     "Hurry up!" Jacqui cried again.  Her ass came off the carpet in an 
attempt to impale her pussy on that maddening shaft of prick.  It did no 
good.  Her arms were stretched out above her head, and the rope that 
bound them was taut between her wrists and the leg of the pool table.  
"Fuck me, dammit -- fuck me hard!"
     Martin grinned lewdly.  His hips inched forward.  The cock-head 
moved ahead to be swallowed by the pink-lipped pussy.  "Like it?"
     "You know it!" his aunt gritted.  Every muscle in her lithe, lean 
body was taut with lust.
     The blond-haired youngster eased another inch of turgid prick into 
the morass of his aunt's pussy.  Then his own self control broke.  With 
a grunt he drove every inch of his cock into Jacqui's needy snatch!
     "Aaaaaaaaah!" Two voices gave one protracted moan of sheer carnal 
joy.  For a moment they poised, Martin's cock buried full-length in 
Jacqui's cunt.  The sensitive walls of her pussy sheath soaked up every 
gentle tremor of his pulse, through that cunt swallowed, gigantic cock.
     Pointing her toes like a dancer, Jacqui bent her leg and ran it 
between her nephew's thighs, so that one tapering white leg was pointing 
in the air, leaning against one of her nephew's shoulders, and he was 
straddling the other.  The movement made Martin's fat prick twist her 
pussy walls deliciously.  "Mmmmmmmmmm," she sighed.
     "Likewise, I'm sure," her nephew said.  In the stillness of the 
room, the action of the camera's automatic shutter was shockingly loud.
     As though stirred by the reminder that every erotic action was 
being recorded on film, Martin rotated his hips experimentally, stirring 
his cock around inside Jacqui's greasy, sweet-smelling pussy.
     Again they shared a moan of near-ecstasy, Martin bit his lip.  He 
was getting close to coming, and that wouldn't do at all.  He wanted to 
wring every ounce of pleasure from fucking his lovely, tied-up aunt 
sideways before he pumped his jism into her clinging snatch!
     Holding a pale thigh with both hands, he pulled back his enormous 
prick.  It came out of Jacqui's cunt with a loud sucking noise.  
Jacqui's cunt clung lovingly to the pole of her nephew's cock.  As he 
had the day before, he wondered at the almost virgin tightness of his 
aunt's pussy.  The same exercise with which she kept her figure 
girlishly slim must have kept her cunt in excellent shape as well!
     The naked woman was still awestruck at the size of her nephew's 
cock.  It seemed to fill her whole body!  Lying on her side with the 
carpet rubbing roughly against her bare flank at every shuddering impact 
of that cock thundering into her pussy, she reveled in the most complete 
feeling of sexual completion she'd ever known.  Even the slick nylon 
cord biting her wrists, and the warm glow from her well paddled butt, 
added to her enjoyment of being fucked by her well-hung nephew.
     Did that mean she was a masochist?  Part of her wondered, as 
Martin's cock came out of her slobbering pussy.  Then the youth slammed 
his big prick home again in a welter of cunt honey, and all thought was 
driven from his aunt's mind.
     "Ahhhhhhh!" she cried.  Martin's cock was in her snatch so far that 
her pussy lips were wrapped partway around his taut, goose-fleshed ball 
sac.  "Gahhh -- God!  I'm about to -!"
     A violent contraction of every muscle in her body choked her words 
off abruptly.  Her eyes were screwed tightly shut.  Her nipples seemed 
to vibrate like little tuning forks, suddenly sensitive to every wafting 
air current in the basement.
     She was vividly alive, more alive than she'd ever been!  She heard 
the soft gurgle of Martin's cock marinating in her cunt sauces, smelled 
their sweat mingling, the rankness of her greedy twat.  Above all, she 
felt that cock, that glorious, gorgeous, enormous cock, filling her 
pussy, her belly, her body and soul, pulsing with masculine life, 
seeming to swell, stretching her pussy walls beyond the point of no 
return.
     Then the universe dissolved in a glare of lights that made the 
floodlights seem dim.  Her pussy slid half off Martin's prick as her 
body suddenly doubled up, then squelched back hard down the length of 
cock, swallowing it, devouring it, demanding more as Jacqui came and 
came again!
     "Ngahhh!  Arggghhh!" Martin cried.  His prick was being strangled 
to death!  It was as if a giant boa constrictor had somehow invaded his 
aunt's slimy pussy and wrapped itself crushingly around his cock!  His 
blond head was thrown back and saliva ran from his lips as he fought to 
survive the unbearable pressure on his deeply buried prick.
     Jacqui's cunt was opening and shutting like clockwork now.  It felt 
to her nephew as if that hot, oily pussy was chewing on his pinioned 
prick!  His jaw worked silently as he struggled to catch his breath.
     Then his prick shuddered and spat like a fire hose, creaming 
Jacqui's whole pussy sheath with a mighty blast of come.  Jacqui 
screamed in wordless exultation.  Her firm tits jiggled as she ground 
her pussy harder onto her nephew's fountaining cock.
     Strong fingers dug deeply into the naked librarian's calf.  Her 
nephew's sweat dripped onto her other thigh, just as his sperm and her 
aromatic pussy oil was dripping from her furiously working pussy.  The 
youth just knelt there by his aunt's rounded butt, with his cock driven 
all the way up her snatch, and pumped load after load of his boiling 
jism into her shuddering, lust possessed body.
     Jacqui felt her body fill up with Martin's jism.  Her mind exploded 
in a million colors of ecstasy.  She and her nephew groaned together 
till their strength was gone, and then the youth collapsed full-length 
atop her nude body.  They lay there as the last fury of their mutual 
orgasm slowly ebbed away.



                                Chapter 5

     "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 your 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 in 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 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 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 seventeen-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 the came out of the stairwell.  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 
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 though you might like a little variety in 
your love life -- what with you being 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 triangle 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 captor's 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.  "Ooooooooooh!" 
she moaned, as he planted the head of his cock between her twat 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, his 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-mmmmmmmm!" 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 
sensation 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.  "Mmmmmmm!  
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 agonizing writhing of her nude body as Martin 
pulled his cock from her twat.  Her breath tickled his tangly bush.  The 
breath came out of him in a quivering sign and then he pulled his cock 
out.
     Conflicting feelings were in Jacqui's 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 tied, 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 foam of cunt sauce.  He put his 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, and 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.  "Mmmmmmm!" 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 lave 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 butt 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.



                                Chapter 6

     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 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 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 a 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 .38 around, it was clear she was none too stable 
mentally.  What had started 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.
     "Yiiiiiaaaaaiiiiieeeeee!" 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 prick 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 lips 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 groaned 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 an 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 stirred 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 cunt lips 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 the chair!  The backwards -- straining 
motion, with his bare feet braces 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.  "Ooooooooh!"
     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 hand 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 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 here 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.  "Nooooow!"
     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.



                                Chapter 7

     The sound of the oar machine creaking as Martin worked it 
frantically in the fury of his orgasm blended with the soft, rhythmic 
sighs coming from Anne's full lips as Chuck fucked his outsized cock 
into her squirming, scent-filled pussy.  The pumping prick made a liquid 
sound as it filled and emptied the cheerleader's black-bearded twat.
     "Come -- your come is filling me!" Jacqui cried happily.  "God, how 
I love it!"
     Martin's muscular legs were still working like a rocker.  They 
lifted the combined weight of him and his horny aunt into the air every 
time he forced his prick into her seething, orgasming cunt.  The 
rippling waves of contraction played agonizingly up and down the length 
of his cock, pulling spurt after spurt of jism from the conical head of 
his prick.
     The entire rowing machine was jerking and bucking with the force of 
their shared climax.  Martin's knuckles were bone-white, gripping the 
oar-handles.  The nails of Jacqui's imprisoned hands were digging deeply 
into the flesh of his back.
     At last the spasms of their climaxes began to subside.  The clatter 
of the rowing machine died away to a faint metronomic rattle.  Jacqui 
sighed heavily and rested her chin on her nephew's big shoulder.
     "Wow," she breathed.  She sat astride his massive prick, feeling it 
go limp within her satiated cunt.  She felt the juices seeping out past 
the distended lips of her pussy, and her nose drank in the tart aroma of 
her cunt sauces and the dry sharpness of Martin's come.
     Even as Martin and Jacqui were relaxing into afterglow, Chuck was 
beginning to give his prick to Anne fast and furiously.  "Hot damn!" she 
exclaimed.  "You sure know how to work that goddamned prick."
     Chuck laughed hoarsely.  Sweat was pouring down his forehead into 
his eyes.  He shook his head to clear them.  A lewd grin bared long, 
yellowed teeth.  "Nope," he told the wriggling girl.  "You ever tried 
milking a cow with that pussy of yours?"
     Anne giggled and rotated her hips till Chuck cried out with 
delight.  "No," she said huskily, "but may be I'll try it someday."
     Chuck stood his head.  "You're a wild little bitch," he said.  He 
fucked his cock into her snatch so hard her toes came off the carpet.
     "You're damn right, you great big fucker," Anne said.  She started 
cocking her hips, forward and back.  The back and forth motion fucked 
her cunt on Chuck's thrusting prick with short, choppy, maddening 
strokes.  "Too bad your friend Martin couldn't keep it in mind and too 
bad he made the mistake of thinking I wasn't all the woman he'd ever 
need!"
     Too bad for him, Chuck thought, but not for me.  His hands were 
splayed like pale spiders on her moon-white ass cheeks.  The tips of his 
thumbs were put into the crease between her buttocks, as his stabbing 
cock wedged her ass cheeks apart.
     The whole tremendous length of his prick was wet with the oils of 
Anne's hungry snatch.  The oils from deep inside her pussy were thick 
and had a sexy smell.
     To the to-and-fro rocking of Anne's hips, the girl added a wicked 
spiral motion.  Chuck gasped.  Saliva trickled from the side of his 
mouth and dripped onto the bent-over cheerleader's bare ass.  "Hey," he 
choked, "What's the big idea?  You're about to make me shoot off like a 
skyrocket!"
     "That's the idea, big boy," Anne purred.  "Hurry up and pump your 
load up my cunt.  I've got a new game I want to play with our captive 
librarian."
     Chuck looked down at the perfectly matched demiglobes of ass 
jutting to either side of his prick.  He was excited at the thought of 
what new games the cruel and jealous black-haired beauty had in mind.  
But he didn't want this torrid fucking to be over.  And he didn't like 
the idea of the girl dismissing him so casually.  She should treat the 
owner of such a magnificent prick with more respect!
     Just about that time what felt like a hand encased in a glove of 
oiled silk took hold of his prick and began jacking off.  "Hey-!" he 
began.
     A hot orgasm choked his words off.  They trailed into a protracted 
groan of sheer ecstasy as a mighty surge of his prick filled Anne's 
supple pussy sheath with come.  "That's more -- ahh! -- like it!" she 
cried.  Her jugs rolled around the surface of the pool table like water 
balloons.  "Now it's my turn to ... coooommmmmmmmme!"
     Chuck's eyes were half-shut.  Unable to control himself, he fucked 
wad after wad of jism into that boiling, rank cunt.  Fascinated, he 
watched the little white bubbles of sperm well out around his prick.  
They looked like soap suds.
     Anne felt the prick give one last, powerful spasm, and felt a few 
drops of come searing the sensitive lining of her cunt channel.  Then 
Chuck's cock went limp immediately.  The air left his lungs in a long, 
satisfied sigh.
     He pushed back, watching his limp worm of a prick slide out from 
between the girl's buns.  At last it came free.  A long trail of jism 
stretched between the tip of the prick and the slack, pink lips of 
Anne's pussy.  It broke and slopped onto the carpet.
     Anne wriggled her whole body voluptuously.  Then she stood up, 
smoothing the hem of her skirt over her bare buttocks.  "All right," she 
said.  "Time for phase two.  Get the bitch off Martin's lap and tie him 
up.  Then take the cuffs off her and I'll tell you what to do next."
     Totally spent, Jacqui slumped against Martin's chest.  Despite 
having just come for the second time in an hour, his big prick was still 
half-hard and pulsing to his languid heartbeat in the depths of her 
pussy.  Her pussy still swam in sweet oils.  She could feel them, mixed 
with her nephew's sperm, leaking into his crotch.  "Mmmm," she said, and 
rubbed her hear against Martin's.
     Hands grasped her from behind.  "Ah!" she said.  The delicious 
aftermath of her glorious climax was suddenly gone.
     She felt herself being lifted.  Martin's cock slid reluctantly out 
of her pussy.  She got her feet under her, and then the still-swollen 
cockhead popped out of her cunt and collapsed into the aromatic mess in 
his crotch.
     Martin had to raise his hands to allow Jacqui's bound arms to slip 
over his head.  He came out of his erotic stupor thinking about jumping 
Chuck and overpowering him.  But out of the corner of his eye he saw 
Anne holding the pistol on him again, and that idea went out the window.  
He sat quietly as Chuck propped Jacqui against the pool table and came 
back to bind him to the rowing machine.  "I got some tape, Anne." The 
skinny security guard said.  "Electrician's stuff.  Is that okay to tie 
Martin up with?"
     Anne called affirmation.  She was standing by the exercise cycle, 
fiddling with it.  Confidently, he taped the blond-haired youth's arms 
behind the back of the seat, wrist to elbow, and then taped his ankles 
securely to the legs of the rowing-machine chair.  "There," he said in 
satisfaction, "that oughta hold you."
     "You bastard," Martin gritted.  "You yellow-bellied, backstabbing 
bastard!"
     "Flattery will get you nowhere!" Anne sang out cheerily.  "Take a 
look over here, and see what I've got in mind for our little librarian 
lady."
     "I don't get it," Chuck said, scratching his head.  "All I see is 
an exercise cycle with the seat taken off."
     Anne ran her hand lovingly over the tubular steel pole the bicycle 
seat had been attached to.  "Yeah," she said.  "And this length of rope 
I found behind the stairs.  Tie one end around the scrawny bitch's waist 
and haul her down here."
     Jacqui exchanged glances with her nephew, bound immovably to the 
seat of the rowing machine on which he'd so recently fucked his aunt.  
Neither had any idea what was coming next.  Chuck seemed to, however.  
Leering, he stooped by her side and knotted the hairy rope around her 
trim waist.
     "Ouch!  That's too tight," she protested.  Chuck grinned callously 
in her face.
     "In a few seconds, lady," he assured her, "You won't have a thought 
for how tight that is!" Then he put his arms around her and scooped her 
up.
     He grinned at the feel of his armful of lovely, naked woman, her 
body still warm and moist with the delightful exertion of making love, 
her pussy still redolent of the heady juices of her lust.  He set her on 
her feet beside the cycle, wrapped his arms around her from behind, and 
raised her up.
     Belatedly, Jacqui realized what was in store for her.  She screamed 
and kicked, but it did no good.  The wiry security guard was too strong 
for her.
     With Anne on her knees, guiding Jacqui's hips, Chuck impaled the 
shrieking librarian's cunt on the erect bar where the cycle seat had 
been.  With her legs together, the tip of the bar would not quite have 
reached the mouth of her pussy.  But with her legs thrashing, Chuck 
managed to get several inches of the icy, metallic rod up her cunt.
     Martin cursed them bitterly.  He threw his weight against his bonds 
time and again without weakening them at all.  Ignoring him, Anne pulled 
the free end of the rope down and looped it around the lower members of 
the cycle's frame.
     "Pull her up," she ordered, "so just an inch or so's up her cunt.  
That's the way!" With nimble fingers she tied the rope so it stretched 
taut from the captive's waist to the metal strut.  Then she stood up to 
admire her handiwork.
     Chuck unlocked the handcuffs from Jacqui's wrists.  "Just leave her 
hands free.  How does it feel, baby?"
     "Aw-awful!" Jacqui sobbed.  Already her legs were quivering with 
the effort of holding her body off that brutal bar.  The inch of metal 
inside her felt cold and dead in her cunt.
     Anne grinned.  "It'll feel worse," she said pleasantly.  "Now get 
your legs up and pedal!"
     Jacqui hesitated.  Anne grabbed the jump-rope and lashed her 
savagely across the tits.  "Aiiiieeee!" she cried, the moaned.  She had 
cringed from the pain of the rope cutting into her tender titflesh, and 
had driven another two inches of steel rod up her cunt.  It felt like a 
spike.
     Reluctantly, Jacqui lifted a foot to a pedal.  Her body sagged, 
more steel went up her snatch.  "Noooooooo!" she groaned.  "Don't make 
me do it!"
     The rope licked our and caressed her bare hip gently.  She bit a 
cry off just in time.  She looked at Anne for any sign of mercy, any 
hint of compassion.  All she saw in that face was cold cruelty.
     Her arms braced, Jacqui picked her other foot up off the floor.  
Her arms shook violently as she tried to steer it to the pedal.  Her 
foot touched it.  The pedal turned out from under it as she put her 
weight on.
     Jacqui's foot slipped.  She fell onto the metal upright.  
"Arrrggghhh!" she cried as it stabbed brutally into her delicate cunt.  
Gasping with agony, she hoisted herself up and got her foot securely on 
the pedal.  Her arms and legs taking her weight, she trembled and tried 
to keep from falling onto that vicious rod again.
     "Now pedal," Anne commanded.  The whip cracked against a snowy butt 
cheek.  Jacqui shrieked at the new pain.  "Pedal!"
     Jacqui did.  Her muscles creaked in protest, but she made her legs 
work.  They ran the pedals around one circuit.  Bound as she was, she 
was unable to get the torturing steel out of her pussy.  The pedaling 
worked her cunt around the metal pole.  The upright seemed to be tearing 
her pussy apart.
     "Faster!" Incandescent agony blared along the crease of Jacqui's 
ass as the cheerleader slashed her with the rope.  Her scream was 
piercing in the confines of the basement.  Nausea surged in her stomach.  
But she pedaled faster.
     Her knees pumped up and down.  Her high, firm tits jogged to the 
rhythm of her cycling.  Her ass cheeks churned and wobbled.  And always 
that metal rod was throbbing painfully in her cunt!
     To her horror, Jacqui found the strength ebbing from her joints.  
That sadistic slut!  She thought.  Anne had calculated this new torture 
well.  The faster Jacqui pedaled, the faster she would weaken -- and the 
more of that awful bar would thrust into her tender pussy!
     She tried slackening her pace gradually, hoping it would escape 
notice.  Anne landed three blows on her ass that she thought, through a 
haze of anguish, must have stripped the skin in tatters from her 
tormented ass.  And worse, she lost ground.  Still more of that 
loathsome hardness wracked the walls of her cunt!
     Anne was laughing uproariously.  She dropped the jump-rope to skin 
her cheerleader's sweater off over her head, baring the magnificent 
melons of her jugs.  The nipples were eagerly erect in the broad purple 
circles of her aureoles.  Then she pulled the skirt down, recovered the 
rope, and began to whip the flagging captive with all her strength.
     Her long black tresses flew and her boobs bounced like bags of oil 
as she laid the knotted rope-end on the cringing, nude flesh of her 
captive.  Even as he sat cursing her, Martin Reinhard had to admit she 
was a splendid animal, beautiful, sensuous, and completely evil.  Her 
succulent body gleamed with perspiration.  Her lovely face was a mask of 
unnatural lust.
     "Aiii!  No!  Owwwwaaah!  Yahhh-stop!  I'm pedaling -- ghaaaa! -- as 
fast as I can!" Jacqui shrieked and pleaded.  Anne laughed like a maniac 
and whipped her all the harder, till her ass and thighs glowed with 
scarlet welts of pain.  All the while the steel rod ground hideously 
inside her cunt.  It was driving deeper with every turn of the pedals, 
now.
     Jacqui's body throbbed with a million different pains.  Her tits 
smarted from the abuse they'd received.  Her ass seemed to be on fire 
from the cutting kiss of the jump-rope.  Her pussy was being invaded by 
an ever-increasing length of cold, heartless metal.  And her thighs 
ached from the exertion needed to keep her from collapsing onto the 
upright and having it tear into her delicate insides.
     Tears flooded down her cheeks.  Her chestnut hair hung lank beside 
her face.  Her throat was raw from pleading, and the rope was burning 
her waist.
     And still the unbearable torment continued!
     At last the horrendous hail of blows ceased.  She slumped forward, 
unable to keep pedaling.  Pathetic sounds issued from her throat as her 
weak legs gave way and her body came down on the cycle's upright.  
"Stop," she sobbed.  "Haven't you had enough?  Get me off this thing 
before it kills me!  Unngghhh!"
     Anne stood before her, head to one side.  Doesn't it feel good, 
sweetheart?" she asked.
     "No!" It was a ragged cry.
     The sweaty, tense ass slipped lower.  Jacqui gasped at the pain in 
her cunt.  "That upright's stiffer than any prick -- even Martin's.  
Don't you want it to fill that hot box of yours?"
     "Ghaaa -- no!  It's tearing me apart!  It'll kill me -- don't you 
understand?  It'll rip my insides to shreds.  It's murder!  Aaah!  HELP 
ME!"
     At Anne's side Chuck was nervously shifting his weight from one 
foot to the other.  He had finally taken off his shirt.  His prick was 
at half-mast from watching the naked librarian's torture and 
degradation, but he had a worried look.
     "She's right," he said above Jacqui's pitiful groans.  "Those 
blackmail photos will cover a lot of things for us, but not murder."
     Anne tossed her gleaming hair petulantly.  "All right," she said.  
"If you're going to be such a weakling, let her off that thing.  But 
still," she went on, pushing the hair back out of her face, "she could 
have taken a lot more.  And I don't want anything heavy to happen to her 
-- yet."
     Chuck was on his knees, untying the rope from the cycle frame.  He 
stood when he'd finished and lifted the woman off.  Her pussy came off 
the upright with a sucking noise.  A dark smear covered the upper seven 
inches of the bar.
     Jacqui was semiconscious.  A wave of relief swept over her body as 
the steel hardness came out of her pussy.  She welcomed the soft, 
supporting touch of the floor beneath her.  She lay still, a mass of 
gradually easing aches, as Chuck undid the rough rope around her waist.
     Almost immediately she felt a noose being slipped over her head.  
She opened her half-closed eyes as Anne straightened beside her.  She 
found she was staring right up into the jet-black bush of the 
cheerleader's pussy.
     The brunette smiled down between the twin peaks of her jugs.  For 
the first time Jacqui got a good look at her youthful tormentor in her 
full naked splendor.  And it was quite a sight.
     The huge yet firm jugs Jacqui had seen before, and the fit young 
belly coming down to a narrow waist.  But she hadn't really gotten a 
look at Anne's cunt before.  The black triangle of coarse fur was shiny 
and surprising small.  The cunt hair along the slit of her pussy was 
matted, sopping with cunt juice.
     Anne let her prisoner looked her over.  Then she put hands on hips 
and rolled her hips.  Her pussy opened up like a flower.  A blast of 
rankness hit Jacqui full in the face.  It brought her out of her mental 
fog like a whiff of smelling salts.  Her stomach reeled.
     It was her first exposure at close range to the damp, dank, 
overpowering stench of an aroused female twat.  Anne's inner cunt lips 
were startlingly bright against the darkness of her pubic hair.  A 
droplet of pussy sauce glittered between the pink flesh-flaps of her 
cunt.
     Jacqui felt a slow tightening of the noose around her neck.  Anne 
was pulling the rope, reeling her prisoner's face in towards her waiting 
cunt.  Jacqui pulled back, then coughed as the rope choked her.
     "Be a good girl now," Anne admonished, "and eat my little pussy.  
It's good for you, you know.  A little lezzie action will broaden your 
horizons."
     With her other hand she held up the damned jump-rope.  "It could 
also keep me from having to use this on your hide.  You have such 
lovely, delicate skin -- really you do.  It'd be a pity to mar it any 
more." She tugged on the rope again.
     Still Jacqui held back.  The noose tightened on her neck again.  
Anne draped the jump-rope across her shoulders.  She shivered.  Then she 
opened her mouth.
     Anne writhed with delight as the captive woman kissed her wide-open 
cunt.  Her pussy opened wider, and a torrent of heated oils gushed out 
over Jacqui's face.  In her excitement she tugged on the leash holding 
the captive.  Jacqui fell against her, grabbing at her legs for balance.
     The white flesh was satiny-warm beneath Jacqui's palms.  The naked 
prisoner scarcely noticed.  Her universe was filled with the hot rank 
smell of cunt!
     Her tongue seemed to be swimming in a pungent broth of the 
cheerleader's cunt juice.  Jacqui's stomach revolted.  This was another 
woman's pussy she was tasting!  The smelly, forbidden private parts of 
the lusty, full-bodied adolescent!  Jacqui shook her head, wanting to be 
free of the stink and savor of the dripping cunt, from the slithery feel 
of the grasping cunt lips, from this illicit closeness to another 
woman's sex.
     Let her whip me!  She thought wildly.  I'm not a lesbian!  Though 
her pussy still ached terribly from her ride on the seatless exercycle, 
she almost wished she were back with her cunt impaled on that tearing 
metal shaft with her joints threatening to give way under the strain, 
instead of having her face buried in the brunette's steaming cunt bush.  
She wagged her head furiously from side to side, trying to free herself.
     Anne threw her head back and moaned with animal pleasure.  With her 
twat lips spread out like a hand over her prisoner's mouth, the 
librarian's frantic head motions sent stabs of delight shooting up the 
channel of Anne's pussy.  "That's right, baby!" Anne exulted.  "Just 
shake your face around my cunt!  Keep that up and I might not whip you 
any more!"
     Jacqui didn't even hear her.  The cheerleader was holding the back 
of her neck.  Her strong hands were crushing Jacqui's reluctant face 
into the fermenting depths of her snatch.  The avid cunt lips smeared 
shiny rank juices all over the librarian's mouth.  The stuff went up her 
nose, on her cheeks, dripped down her chin and fell in sizzling droplets 
onto her upturned tits.
     Anne leaned back against the frame of the exercycle.  Her pussy 
crawled up Jacqui's face.  Her strong slim hand kept up the pressure at 
the back of Jacqui's neck.  The librarian gave a muffled gasp as her 
nose plunged smack into the midst of that sopping, sloppy, slithering 
pussy!
     She gagged and opened her mouth for air.  Cunt juice flooded in 
instead.  The harsh taste of it made her want to heave.
     "Yes!" shrieked Anne, clawing at her captive's head.  "Eat me!  
Fuck me with your nose -- what a trip!  God, the bridge of your nose if 
pressing right up against my clit!  I can hardly stand it -- ahhh!  Give 
it to me hard!"
     With the cheerleader's juicy thighs pressing on her cheeks, and the 
greedy noises of her cunt covering her nose and mouth gurgling in her 
ears, Jacqui could barely make out what her captor was saying.  But the 
sense got through to her, and she was even more revolted.  God, this 
bawdy young slut wanted her to fuck her dripping cunt with her nose!  It 
was incredible.
     If she'd thought about it, Jacqui would have cringed then for fear 
of the stinging lash that had been her reward for disobeying her 
tormentor in the past.  But she needn't have worried.  The fire in 
Anne's cunt was raging out of control.  It could only be smothered in 
one way -- she had to come!  With the jump-rope abandoned and coiled 
like an obedient serpent around her bare feet, she grabbed Jacqui's 
auburn hair with both hands and began fucking her face in and out of her 
ravenous snatch by main force.
     Jacqui's head reeled from the frantic jerking and her nose plunged 
into the depths of Anne's twat!  Anne's cunt bush shrank, then grew to 
fill the librarian's vision as her head was yanked bodily forward and 
back.  Loud squelching noises assaulted her ears.  A spray of cunt juice 
washed over her face at every inward surge.
     "Ah!  Ahhhhh -- God!  Good, unngggh, so gooooood!" Anne practically 
sobbed.  "Tongue my pussy, baby!  Make it perfect, make it good -- lick 
my pussy all up!"
     This time Jacqui heard her shrill scream of desire loud and clear.  
And to her amazement, she obeyed!
     Her lips parted, her tongue crept out.  Instead of the slippery 
wetness of cunt, it touched slightly rough, rumpled skin moistened with 
cunt juice.  Anne squealed wantonly and ground Jacqui's face into her 
crotch.
     For a few heartbeats, Jacqui knelt with her nose in the juices of 
Anne's pussy, her fingers clawed in the flesh of the girl's bare leg, 
her tongue soaking up the sweetness of pussy sauce.  Then she let her 
tongue inch forward ever so slightly.  It touched a dimpled pucker of 
dry flesh.  A shiver ran though Anne's body.
     "My asshole!" she moaned from low in her throat.  "Lap my asshole, 
sweetheart!"
     So it was the cheerleader's asshole her questing tongue had 
encountered.  Oddly, Jacqui was not at all disturbed.  Instead she was 
intrigued and excited.  "Look at that," Chuck said, leaning against the 
pool table with his cock waving in the breeze.  "If we're not careful, 
those two are going to decide they don't need either of us!"
     Martin's answer was a growled curse.  But he himself was feeling 
prickles of hair crawling over his naked body.  His aunt was actually 
getting into eating that strange black-haired bitch's hot cunt!  It was 
unbelievable.  He saw the little motions of her chestnut head, cradled 
in Anne's loving hands, as she reeled her tongue back away from the 
girl's butthole.  A trickle of wetness showed on one bare thigh, under 
the swelling curve of a buttcheek.  Jacqui was getting turned on!
     She was as surprised by the fact as Martin.  But she wasn't 
fighting it!  Once she got accustomed to the undiluted strength of 
Anne's pussy-smell, she found she like it.  And the feel of those pussy 
lips on her face -- why they weren't disgusting at all!  They were like 
a tender, moist, agile mouth, kissing hers with loving care.  She 
stirred her nose in the seething cauldron on Anne's cunt and stuck her 
tongue as far up the girl's pussy hole as it would go.
     Anne's shriek of ecstasy shook the windows as fiercely as Jacqui's 
cries of agony had earlier.  Her hair poured in a midnight cascade down 
her back as she threw back her head and came.
     An oily noose caught Jacqui's tongue and sucked it impossibly 
deeper into Anne's pussy.  The cheerleader's padded pubic bone banged 
into the bridge of Jacqui's nose as she fucked herself uncontrollably on 
that maddening feminine nose and tongue.  Jacqui's own pussy was 
streaming with cunt juice.  The sexual ecstasy seemed to pour into her 
body in a sparkling electric current from the black-bearded cunt.
     She closed her eyes.  Greedily she drank down every drop of 
delicious, musky woman-wine from Anne's cunt.  The girl pulled her face 
still deeper into her climaxing cunt.  The resilient pussy lips enfolded 
Jacqui's nose, pressed onto her cheeks, the swell of that furry cunt 
covered her eyes.  She sighed into the twat and settled in to eating the 
quivering, coming brunette's pussy.



                                Chapter 8

     Slender fingers like white spiders crawled up Anne's trembling 
thighs.  They cupped themselves over the tightly-clenched cheeks of her 
ass.  Her touch fervent and loving, Jacqui shoved her face into Anne's 
cunt and ate greedily at it.
     The cheerleader was slumped against the exercycle, her pussy full 
of pleasure and her head full of stars.  What a come!  It felt as if her 
pussy were trying to tie itself into knots.
     Of their own accord her hips fucked her pussy back and forth 
against Jacqui's upturned, gobbling face.  Slowly the fires of orgasm 
died away inside her pussy.  When they'd dimmed to a dull spark deep in 
her belly, she pulled Jacqui's face gently from her cunt.
     The librarian's face was soaked and dripping with Anne's cunt 
honey.  It was frothed around her mouth like shaving cream.  She ran her 
tongue around her lips and smiled up at her captor.
     "I ... liked that," she husked.  "Very much."
     "Thank you." Anne said.  "Now it's time for me to return the 
favor."
     Jacqui's heart leapt with anticipation.  Anne was going to eat her 
pussy!  She herself had witnessed the erotic skills this big-boobed, 
black-haired cheerleader had employed on her nephew.  Anne had a store 
of carnal knowledge far beyond her tender years!  And something about 
the way she spoke and her naked, lovely body moved told Jacqui she was 
no more a stranger to delighting women pussies with oral love than she 
was to sucking cock!
     Jacqui gazed hungrily at the wink of Anne's asshole as the girl 
turned round and bent over.  The oozing slit of her pussy smiled at the 
librarian from the midst of a tangle of black pubic fur.  A trickle of 
cunt juice drooled out of her gaping pussy and ran down her leg.
     She finished tying the free end of the rope to the frame of the 
exercycle.  The other end was still in a loose loop around Jacqui's 
neck.  The prisoner didn't care by this point, all she cared about was 
Anne Roxbury plunging her face into her pussy as soon as possible!
     Tits bouncing, Anne stood.  "Help me with this, will you?" she 
asked her gangly accomplice.  There was a set of weights resting near 
the bench on which Chuck and Martin had first raped Jacqui that 
afternoon.  They were big ones, consisting of a heavy bar and Olympic 
standard forty-five pound weights the size of wheels.  Grunting with 
exertion, Anne and Chuck manhandled the thing over to where Jacqui lay 
slumped against the cycle.
     "Lift your sweet cheeks up, darling," Anne told her captive in 
honeyed tones.  Drowsily, Jacqui obeyed.  The fact that her body seemed 
to float on a sea of exotic relaxation did nothing to alter the fact 
that she was bursting with passion!  Normally such a request, coming 
from her ingeniously cruel tormentor, would have alarmed her.  Now, all 
she was concerned with was that nothing would keep the girl from getting 
down to the business of sucking her pussy as soon as possible!
     She obeyed.  Anne's tits jounced as the massive weights were 
dragged under Jacqui, so that she was draped across the bar with her 
hindquarter on one side and her small tits hanging down on the other.  
The bar was high enough so that Jacqui's butt was way up in the air, 
with her knees wide apart.  Her own pussy was spread demandingly open, 
slavering cunt juice.
     "Whew," Anne breathed.  She let her fingers slide lightly down her 
prisoner's back.  Jacqui stretched like a cat at the thrilling touch.  
She couldn't restrain a moan of naked lust.
     "Is that your car up the block?  The beat-up old Chevy?" Anne asked 
Chuck.  "And is that Trooper in the back?"
     "Yes," Chuck nodded, puzzled.  Then his eyes gleamed.  "Hey -- 
yeah, that's right!  He is."
     "Go get him won't you?  While I keep our cunt-lapping librarian 
happy?"
     Chuck smacked his lips.  "Right!" He was gone like a shot, pulling 
on his clothes as he went.
     Who Trooper was, Jacqui had not the foggiest notion.  Probably some 
other friend of Martin's from Walter Williams High, like Chuck or Anne.  
Well, by this time Jacqui didn't care if Chuck was going to bring the 
New York Knicks in to watch Anne Roxbury suck her cunt.  They could all 
take a crack at her themselves when the cheerleader was finished, as 
horny as she was.  "Oh, hurry," she sighed, pressing her cheek against 
the carpet.
     With a thump Anne dropped to her knees beside Jacqui's upturned 
ass.  She bent over and kissed it, right at the top of the spread-out 
crease between her buns.  Jacqui shuddered with delighted anticipation.  
Anne ran her lips teasingly down the crack of her captive's ass.  The 
smell of watering cunt greeted her distended nostrils as she kissed her 
way down the woman's ass.  She ran her tongue-tip in a wet swirl around 
Jacqui's asshole, eliciting a low growl of pleasure.  Then she stuck her 
tongue out and lapped it along the librarian's pussy gash.
     Martin sat stiffly in his chair.  His prick was as stiff as his 
back.  He may have been boiling with suppressed rage against his cruel 
and treacherous girlfriend.  But watching his own aunt slowly get turned 
on while being forced to eat cunt -- and now witnessing the spectacle of 
Anne unleashing the full power of her passion on the older woman -- was 
almost too much to bear!
     He wished with all his heart that his hands were free.  Not so that 
he could overpower the naked raven-headed slut and overpower her while 
her helper was gone -- but so that he could wrap his fingers around his 
painfully-throbbing cock and jack off, to release the incredible 
pressure building up in the boiler of his balls.
     Anne ran her tongue back and forth along Jacqui's dripping slit 
till it was lathered with cunt sauces.  Then she took hold of the 
woman's bare ass and dug in.  Her lips and teeth worked furiously on the 
pendulous pussy lips while her tongue worked black magic along the 
entire length of Jacqui Hyde's cunt slot.
     The nude librarian was in seventh heaven.  What a wealth of sweet 
sensation flooded into her pussy.  Anne Roxbury gobbling her cunt was a 
delight she felt from the tips of her toes to the roots of her shiny 
hair!
     Lesbian or not, the cheerleader's expert cunt eating was driving 
her crazy.  It was an experience unlike any she'd ever had.  She thought 
back to the tongue-lashing her nephew had given her pussy -- was it just 
two days ago? -- in the bathroom of the sprawling house.  She had 
imagined that was the most wonderful sensation her cunt would ever 
encounter.  But she was wrong!
     It wasn't that Anne's oral attack on her drooling cunt was better 
than Martin's had been.  It was just ... different.  Deliciously so!  
Her amber eyes closed blissfully.
     Noisily Anne slurped at Jacqui's pussy.  The vengeful cheerleader 
had to admit the older woman had just about the sweetest little honey-
pot of a cunt she'd ever put her mouth to -- and she'd had her face 
buried in a lot of snatches, in those of half the female teachers and 
every cheerleader at old Walter Williams.
     Her own twat, so recently and so well eaten itself, was beginning 
to slobber unashamedly down her flawless thighs.  But it wasn't just the 
carnal joy of dining on her captive's cunt that made her pussy overflow 
with delight.  It was the thought of what would happen when Chuck got 
back with Trooper!
     The brunette didn't even give a thought to the possibility that 
Chuck Farley wouldn't return.  He would be every bit as eager as she was 
to see what would happen when Jacqui met Trooper!
     Serenely unaware of what Anne had in store for her, Jacqui lay with 
her cheek against the floor and reveled in every little nuance of 
sensation in her cunt.  There were a lot of them.  Anne's educated mouth 
seemed to be doing a dozen delicious things to the librarian's snatch at 
once!
     Steps rang hollowly down the stairwell.  Chuck was returning from 
his trip outside.  Accompanying the youthful security guard was a 
peculiar scrabbling noise that made Martin Reinhard cock his head and 
listen, frowning.
     With her face against the carpet and her pussy full of joy, Jacqui 
was unaware anything was going on.  Anne, her full red lips wrapped 
around a succulent mouthful of cunt, heard Chuck coming.  Her blue eyes 
glittered.
     Eyes fixed religiously on the lewd scene being enacted before him, 
Martin only spared a reflexive glance over his shoulder as Chuck emerged 
from the stairwell.  He was looking back at Anne and Jacqui, watching 
the voluptuous little brunette delicately stretching Jacqui's cunt flaps 
between her teeth, with her lips over them to keep them from abrading 
the twat lips.  Then he froze as something he'd seen registered in his 
brain.  With the hairs prickling at the back of his neck, he turned his 
head and looked back at Chuck.
     He got a good look at what was with Chuck, "Oh my God!" he bit out, 
and then words failed him.  His jaw worked soundlessly.  Chuck, prepared 
for the occasion, stepped forward and stuffed a handkerchief into 
Martin's mouth.  "Mmmmmmmph," the young man growled, chewing the rag.  
His green eyes bugged out in horror.
     Kneeling behind Jacqui's upthrust ass, Anne redoubled her eating of 
the librarian's tasty cunt.  Her tongue streaked maddeningly up and down 
the moist crack of her pussy, then the girl bent her head back and 
thrust her chin forward, her tongue straining to touch the pearly button 
of Jacqui's clit.
     The eager tongue seemed to strike sparks of sheer pleasure inside 
Jacqui's cunt "oooooooooh!" she cried.  Her ass began leaping around as 
though it had a life of its own.  Her pussy lips slobbered all over 
Anne's nose as though trying to swallow it.
     The bound woman's bare ass was bucking like a bronco storming out 
of the chute.  Determinedly, Anne clung to her captive's thighs with 
both hands.  Somehow she kept her mouth in position, fastened like a 
lamprey on the sucking, salivating pussy, her tongue punching 
incessantly at the swollen nerve-rich node of her clit.
     Lightning played up and down Jacqui's spine.  Her shoulders heaved 
as she writhed under an electrical storm of sexual pleasure.  With her 
body tilting down from where her butt was propped up by the bar of the 
weights, her small cone-shaped tits hung down so just the very tip of 
the swollen, finger-like nipples came in contact with the carpeted floor 
of the basement.  The slightest motion of her naked body made the 
nipples scrape over the rough surface.  The sensation made her jugs seem 
to swell like balloons, all but bursting with ecstasy.
     "Eat me!, Suck my pussy good!" she cried happily.  "You know how to 
do it, baby!  Oh God, I'm about to come -- don't stop tonguing my pussy!  
Don't ever stop!"
     Anne's tongue traced wet circles around the throbbing clit.  Her 
eyes drank in the swell of Jacqui's ass cheeks, the saucy pertness of 
her asshole, the bearded pussy mouth gaping to kiss hers in a fragrant, 
oily embrace.  Almost ready, she thought.  Her own heartbeat pounded in 
her ears.  She was almost as horny as the captive librarian!
     Her tongue tweaked the straining clit, once, twice, again.  It was 
like sticking an electric cattle prod up the woman's pussy.  Jacqui's 
knees came off the floor as an overwhelming jolt of sensation smashed 
into her pussy, and then the first ring-tight contraction of climax was 
roaring the length of her brimming cunt like a runaway locomotive in the 
Holland Tunnel.
     "Ahhh!  Ngaaaahhhhh!  I can feel it -- I'm coming!  Oh dear God, 
I'm coming too hard -- can't stand it!  I -- I -- aaiiiEEEEEEEE!"
     Anne rode Jacqui's climaxing body like a rodeo rider.  For what she 
had in mind, the bound woman had to be carried along helplessly, 
mindlessly, ecstatically, from the crest of one come to the next.  And 
Anne knew how to do it like no one else!
     Climax after shattering climax pounded into Jacqui's snatch.  Her 
mouth was open in soundless cry of ultimate delight.  A little trickle 
of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth.
     She felt Anne's tongue, lashing her cunt the way the girl had 
lashed her bare butt with the jump-rope.  The cheerleader's tongue 
whipped her cunt honey to a fine froth.  Then it suddenly withdrew.  
Even as still another orgasm shook her, Jacqui moaned in disappointment.
     And then the tongue was lapped her again.  Oh God, how nice it 
felt!  It wasn't probing the depths of her saucy cunt now, though.  It 
was lapping in long, slobbering strokes across the hairy clam of her 
pussy.  Every cool touch of that tongue sent fresh spasms of delight 
rampaging through her pussy.
     Something icy cold was prodding against her asshole.  What's that?  
Part of her wondered, while another part said -- who cares?
     Then the tongue went away and a crushing weight came down on her 
rounded buns.  Something like a fuzzy vise clamped about her waist.  A 
cool, slick hardness prodded into her, the thick outer twat lips, then 
drove home into juicy cavern between her legs.
     The next thing Jacqui Hyde knew, a stiff cock was fucking in and 
out of her joyous snatch like no cock she'd ever felt before!  It fucked 
her with the speed and power of a jackhammer, so that her chest seemed 
constricted and her heart thudded with the approach of a thunderous 
orgasm.  She gasped in time to the furious cock-strokes, reveling in the 
feel of pubic fur rasping her smiling butt.
     A little warning light blinked on in her brain.  It was impossible, 
as totally, erotically good as she felt, but all at once she knew it -- 
something was wrong.  Saliva began pelting the small of her back like 
scalding rain.
     A point of coldness grew in her belly.  She turned her head around, 
to look over her white shoulder up the slope of her trim, bare back.  
Her amber eyes flew open.
     "NOOOOOOOO!" she howled, her scream sharp as a razor in the 
confines of the basement rec room.  "God, NO!  Not a DOG!"
     But it was.  Leering at her as he gripped her by the middle and 
fucking his short sharp prick furiously into her soaking pussy, was a 
huge, red-tan and tawny Doberman Pinscher.  His eyes were glowing 
beacons of unnatural lust.  Muscles surged and rippled beneath his slick 
hide.
     Jacqui threw her ass from side to side, trying desperately to 
dislodge the unclean beast that was raping her.  Her stomach boiled with 
nausea.  A dog!  A loathsome, disgusting, vile animal was fucking his 
stiff cock in and out of her pussy!
     It was the ultimate horror -- the ultimate degradation.  Jacqui 
cursed the black-haired fiend of the plentiful boobs and milk-white 
skin, who stood by laughing and clapping her hands like a delighted 
schoolgirl with a new toy.  Anne Roxbury was a devil in lovely human 
form, an evil genius who had engineered this most obscene of defilements 
for the woman she thought was her rival for Martin's affections.  And 
then Jacqui screamed again, a cry like a lost soul, as the realization 
of what her captor had done to her hit her fully.
     Anne had timed to perfection the introduction of the huge canine 
now so wantonly raping the captive's snatch.  The worst, most terrible 
thing of all the things she had done to her lovely prisoner was not what 
she was making the dog do to Jacqui -- it was what she was making 
Jacqui's libido do to her!
     Because the truth was that Jacqui's animal-invaded cunt was 
betraying her.  She was getting turned on by the hellishly fast pumping 
of Trooper's dog prick!
     Like a wildman, Martin strained and struggled at his bonds.  His 
jaws working around the gag in his mouth, he garbled out curses, 
threats, promises of ghastly retribution against the raven-haired harlot 
and her treacherous helper.  His muscles knotted into enormous swelling 
bunches, but he could not break free of the tape that held him.  A 
small, sharp protrusion of metal at the back of the rowing-machine chair 
had gashed his arm.  He felt the wet stickiness of his own blood on his 
skin.
     The stabbing canine cock sent flashes of pleasure into Jacqui's 
cunt even as the woman's mind rebelled.  She got her hands under her and 
tried to push up, to throw off the dreadful hound that was riding her, 
fucking her -- violating her.  The rope around her neck stopped her with 
a jerk that made her fall forward, gasping and choking.
     And then she was lost.  Her lust took control of her mind as well 
as her traitor body.  She gave one last, tortured moan, and then with a 
wrenching roll of her plushy-padded hips began to fuck the Doberman back 
for all she was worth.
     Trooper's pale eyes seemed to bug from his narrow skill.  His prick 
had never been plugged into a cunt anything like this before!  Of 
course, he'd never fucked a human female before.  In fact, he'd had no 
intention of fucking the captive when he trotted into the basement.  
He'd only approached the woman out of curiosity -- and then the smell 
and taste of ripe, ready cunt had hit his sensitive nerves, and he'd 
been so horny he could barely stand it!
     "Haha!" cried Anne, tossing her head with delight.  "We've found 
you a lover that really suits you, bitch!  Yes, that's what you are -- 
no better than an animal!  Fuck him, fuck your doggy friend.  Let him 
fill your nasty cunt with his canine come!"
     Martin's lips curled back in a grimace of nausea.  The jaybird-
naked cheerleader was gloating obscenely.  Chuck stood licking his thick 
lips, with his hose-like cock bulging out the front of his trousers.  
He'd get those two, Martin promised himself.
     Lewd squelching sounds filled the room.  The short fur on Trooper's 
belly was soaked with aromatic pussy sauces.  The odor of Jacqui's pussy 
drove him on almost as much as the feel of her oily cunt wrapping itself 
greedily around his plunging prick!
     Anne was right, though.  Jacqui was an animal at this moment!  The 
only thought in her mind was to fuck and be fucked by this fantastically 
powerful, fantastically macho dog.  "Yes," she sobbed.  "Yes, yes, yes 
-- fuck me hard!" The churning of her hips and the fervent squeezing of 
her agile cunt urged the dog to do just that.
     He did.  Without a break in the rhythm of his fucking, his cock 
pulsed once and began spitting huge amounts of yellowish jism deep in to 
Jacqui's cunt.  His long pink tongue lolled over his teeth.  He huffed, 
and his hind feet started coming off the floor with every thrust as he 
hunched his spewing cock ever deeper into that human twat.
     His stinging canine sperm acted like a catalyst.  When she felt it 
searing her cunt tube, Jacqui Hyde yelped like a dog herself and came so 
hard she squirted Trooper's scarlet prick right out of her cunt in a 
rush of oils.  He stuck it right back into her, though, poling away as 
the spasmodic contractions of the woman's cunt milked his prick dry.
     Bright points of light whirled behind Jacqui's eyelids.  A great 
red light seemed to pulse in her skull, to the tempo of her gut-
wrenching climax.  Her fingernails dug into her palms.  Overriding 
everything was the feeling of that immense dog fucking his come with 
unrelenting energy into her grasping, hot cunt.



                                Chapter 9

     Dog sperm overflowed Jacqui's pulsing cunt hole and ran down the 
backs of her legs.  Slower and slower Trooper fucked his prick into the 
soggy, reeking mess of her pussy.  She squealed and grunted and rolled 
her butt around to sample more fully the hardness of the small canine 
cock.
     Finally the jism stored in the Doberman's dangling ball sac 
exhausted itself into the woman's cunt.  He pulled his prick out and 
dropped to all fours.  A long quavering moan escaped Jacqui's lips.  Her 
sides and ass were itchy from the rasping of his coarse fur.
     Chuck let his breath out in a long exhalation.  "Hoooooo boy," he 
breathed.  Trooper sniffed once at the gooey mess of Jacqui's cunt, then 
trotted off and lay down in the corner.  The frenzied fires of climax 
died away in Jacqui's nude, bound body, leaving the cold inescapable 
knowledge of what she'd done.  She began to cry.
     Anne laughed wildly and ran her hands down her gleaming naked body.  
Her nipples stuck out like thumbs.  "Wonderful!  Beautiful!  What a 
show!" She threw her head back in a whipping cloud of hair.  "Listen to 
her sob!  She's sorry she got hot to trot with a dog!  I'll bet!"
     She grabbed her accomplice by both arms.  "The best is yet to 
come!" she promised.  "Haul her skinny ass off the floor and tie her 
up."
     "Where?"
     The cheerleader's pretty brow wrinkled in thought.  "I know!" she 
said, snapping her fingers.  "The cycle.  Pick her up, bend her over the 
frame, and retie the rope where it is now.  Better tie her hands, too -- 
she's going to thrash around real good when I get started on her!"
     Jacqui was a quivering, unresisting mass of grief and humiliation.  
Chuck had no trouble untying her, dragging her to her feet and draping 
her so her jugs dangled over the frame of the exercycle, and then 
redoing her bonds the way Anne had suggested.  The naked nymph strode 
over to stand before her other captive, gloating.
     "Well, how do you like watching your aunt get dog fucked?" she 
asked brightly.  She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head 
saucily to one side.
     Martin sat very, very still.  Better react, he thought, "You 
bitch," he rasped.  "You evil, filthy, dirty, diseased sow of a slut.  
When I get out of this -- "
     "Don't be so sure you will," grinned Anne.  "And anyway, don't use 
up all your best threats just yet.  Wait and see what I do to auntie 
dear next!" With that she turned and flounced off, wagging her hips so 
her butt jiggled fetchingly.
     We'll see, the blond-haired youth thought.  Moving gently, as 
imperceptibly as he could, Martin returned to his task, sawing his bonds 
against the little spur of steel that had gashed his arms.  The tape was 
beginning to give way.
     The nude cheerleader disappeared around the bottom of the 
stairwell, into the area where the family's tools were kept.  "Don't 
just stand there with your teeth in your mouth, Chuck," she called.  
"Whip your prong out and plug it into our girl!"
     Chuck's lip curled up involuntarily.  "But -- but she's all full of 
dog jism," he protested.
     "Her cunt is," Anne said, "but not her ass.  Ah, here we go!"
     Bobbing his head in raging lust, Chuck tore down the zipper of his 
pants.  He had no underwear on under his uniform trousers, and his 
steel-hard cock shot from his fly like a coiled spring.  Watching 
Trooper rape the captive librarian had gotten him hotter than he'd ever 
been.
     Jacqui was slumped over the cycle.  "Get ready," he growled, and 
grabbed her ass with both hands.
     Jacqui lifted her head listlessly.  She felt her butt cheeks being 
spread apart by Chucks unsteady hands.  Then a stabbing pain shot up her 
back.
     The security guard's thumbs had pulled open her little asshole far 
enough to shove his lengthy prick right on in.  Jacqui gasped as the 
unlubricated arrowhead of prick filled her asshole.
     "Aggh," she gurgled.  "Get it -- yeeeeOOOOOW!" Chuck's fingers dug 
furrows in her tender assflesh as he started forcing his prick straight 
into Jacqui's dry asshole.  The woman's buttocks strained and whitened 
as she tried to shut her ass passage to his prick, but it was useless.  
Inch by inch he drove his cock up her protesting asshole.
     The ropes chafed her wrists.  Jacqui couldn't raise herself for the 
rope around her neck.  But she had to escape -- the pain was 
unbelievable!  Chuck's cock was as long and hard and unpleasant as a 
baton would have been going up the librarian's ass.  And the tremendous 
cock's ungreased surface grated the sensitive anal membranes.  It felt 
as though Chuck's prick were wrapped in barbed wire!
     Tears started from Jacqui's tightly shut eyes.  Her stomach 
tightened as though trying to squeeze them out -- them and that 
agonizing cock!  "That's it," Chuck grunted, barely able to speak for 
the incredible pressure crushing his prick.  "The more you fight it, the 
more fun it is for -- eeg!  Omigod! -- me!"
     "Kawiii -- it!" Jacqui begged.  "You're tearing me apart!  Pain ... 
so much pain!  Can't take it!  Killing meeee!"
     "No, it's not," Anne said, coming back into the rec area of the 
spacious basement.  "But you'll wish it had!"
     Jacqui paid no attention.  Her whole being was concentrated on the 
seemingly endless cock grinding its dreadful way into her asshole.
     At last Chuck had every unbelievable inch of his prick well-planted 
between the prisoner's snowy ass cheeks.  His cock, sensitized so that 
every beat of Jacqui's racing heart sent chills up his spine and pulsed 
with pleasure in her butt.  His head hung down, and for a long moment he 
studied the way his crotch pressed in against the woman's perfect ass.  
Then he looked up.
     He caught his breath.  Jacqui lifted her head.  Her eyes got big as 
saucers.
     Smiling, Anne scratched a match with her long thumbnail.  She held 
the flame up and brought a hand blow-torch into hissing, burning life.  
She blew out the match and adjusted the flame to an angry orange spear.
     "Like it?" she asked.  Heat washed over Jacqui's ashen face.  Anne 
adjusted the torch again, so the flame was a long, feathery billow, like 
a dragon's breath.
     Jacqui couldn't find her breath.  Even the fact that Chuck had 
pulled his prick out and was beginning to cornhole her drywall ass 
didn't reach her stunned, horrified brain.  The pain from the well-
fucked butt was hideous, but not half as hideous as the pain she knew 
for a dreadful certainty she would soon feel.
     Almost sobbing with passion, Chuck fucked the captive's upturned 
butt.  The skin seemed to be being sanded off his cock, but he didn't 
mind!  The seemingly raw nerves in his prick were sending unbearable 
intense messages of pleasure to his brain.
     The beautiful black-haired bitch was going to torture the hot 
librarian with the searing flame of the torch!  Chuck knew he should 
have been repelled by the very idea.  But he wasn't.  He was hornier 
than he'd ever been in his life.
     A small coral tongue ran round Anne's full lips.  Wicked green eyes 
locked to Jacqui's wide panic-stricken amber ones.  "Ugh, ugh, ugggh!" 
grunted Chuck as he poled his prick ever faster in and out of Jacqui's 
now-unresisting asshole.  Like a wren hypnotized by a serpent, the 
captive stared at Anne Roxbury's eyes.  They reflected the flames in a 
dancing glitter of hellfire.
     Anne took a step forward.  The tape around Martin's arms parted 
with a tearing sound he thought could have been heard in the next 
county.  But none of the others heard him.  They were too wrapped up in 
the dreadful drama of their own invention.
     Another step.  "We'll start with the boobs, I think," Anne 
whispered.  Martin tore hysterically at the tape wrapped around his 
ankles, not caring if they heard him or not.  "If I'm careful I can give 
them the equivalent of a bad sunburn.  Then while that's sinking in, 
I'll fry off your cunt hairs ..."
     Her face white a paper, Jacqui worked her jaws as though chewing 
the plea she couldn't find the voice for, no, no -- no!  Every muscles 
in her lovely ass was taut with intolerable pain.
     The fear throttled Chuck's giant prick, half-way impaling Jacqui's 
ass.  "Urrrrk!" he exclaimed, and shot his wad.
     Anne held out the hiss, sputtering torch, took aim on a flawless 
tit, started to lean down ...
     Martin launched himself from the seat of the rowing machine like a 
vengeful thunderbolt.  Anne barely had time to look up before he hit her 
like a semi.  She went flying backwards in a flailing tangle of naked 
white limbs.  The torch shot out of her hands and bounced off a wall, 
fortunately going out in the process.
     Pushing hard with both hands against the pallid asscheeks, Chuck 
hauled his pumping, coming, cock out of the bound woman's butt.  It was 
almost free when Martin rolled hard against his legs.  It shot out of 
Jacqui's asshole like a bullet, hosing come all over her ass as the 
youth fell hard.
     Squealing with terror, Chuck writhed from Martin's grip.  The 
enraged blond youth started after him, then caught a dull black gleam 
from the corner of his eye, and dove for that.
     A devilish growl made him turn his head to see a furry red demon 
streaking to the defense of its master.  Martin came up on one knee just 
as Trooper, the Doberman, leapt for his face, tooth-filled jaws wide 
open.
     Orange flame blossomed amid world-shattering noise.  The dog's body 
stopped in the air as though it had struck an invisible barrier.  Martin 
Reinhard pumped two more slugs into the twisting body from Chuck's .38 
before the dog fell back to lie in a spreading crimson stain on the 
carpet.
     "All right, you goddamn shits!" Martin snarled, menacing his former 
captors with the pistol.  They shrank away from them.  Anne's big boobs 
heaved in fear.  Chuck's already half-limp prick was creamed with his 
jism, sticking out of his trousers.
     "Now it's your turn," Martin said, and stood up.
     Hopelessly, Anne began to scream ...


     The big waterbed in Martin's room rolled with the naked pair side 
to side on a relaxing, gentle swell.  "Here's my favorite," Martin said, 
holding up a snapshot for his aunt to look at.  Jacqui's slim nipples 
were very hard as she took it.  "Anne sure looked funny, walking around 
the room on her hands, while you guided her by the broom handle in her 
ass!"
     Jacqui licked her lips.  Her eyes seemed to devour the picture.  
Most especially did they focus on a white, tear-stained, pain-wracked 
face.  A face framed by a wealth of jet-black hair.
     "Chuck looks better this way," Martin laughed, holding another 
snapshot up.  "With his feet tied behind his head -- really cute.  Never 
could tell his ass from his face anyway."
     Jacqui had pulled another picture from the thick stack and was 
studying it.  Martin leaned over, his breath warm on her bare boobs, to 
see which one it was.  He wrinkled his nose in disapproval.  "You 
shouldn't have used that blowtorch on Anne," he said, shaking his head.  
"Her dad's head of the local seminary -- he'd have killed her, and Chuck 
too, of he ever got a glimpse of these photos.  Wasn't it enough to know 
you owned her pretty little ass?"
     Jacqui's grin was wolfish.  "She'll get over it -- and it won't 
leave any marks.  I was careful to just toast her tits and her fat ass.  
She'll be some time growing back her cunt hair, though.  But she'll be 
alright -- the equivalent of a bad sunburn, just like she said."
     The damp, wet smell of aroused cunt reached her nephew's nostrils.  
"You're getting turned on, aren't you, you sadistic little bitch!"
     Jacqui laughed as she twitched down the colorful sheet.  Martin's 
gigantic cock stood out from his crotch like a mini telephone pole.  
"Look who's talking," she said, climbing uncertainly to her knees on the 
rolling, shifting surface.  "Let me get on top this time -- you did all 
the work last time ..."
     Once more she tasted the incomparable delight of hot cock filling 
her pussy.  She slid her cunt down to the base of the trembling prick.  
Yes, she thought, as she began to fuck herself.  Yes, I do own little 
Annie's ass.  She smiled lustfully down at her nephew.  He lay with his 
eyes closed, looking complacently horny.
     And yours too, you poor little fool, she thought.  It was hard to 
keep from laughing as she thought about those pictures, those damned 
pictures he'd taken of her -- of them.  The one's he'd blackmailed her 
with.
     The ones she'd stolen.  And hidden where her nephew would never 
find them.
     "You stud -- you great big fucker," she murmured.  "Fuck me hard!"



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