He lowered his head and saw the white come bubbling out around the shaft of his prick. He shook his head. His cock kept coming madly.
A thousand muscles rippled under Jacqui's satin skin as she drank down Chuck's jism. Her pussy was a flood of hot, urgent sensation surging around her nephew's prick. As her belly seemed to fill with his friend's jism, she pulled it in and tensed the muscles of her twat around Martin's cock, as if to say, "Come in me please – come now!"
"Sacred shit!" Martin exclaimed, and did just what the brimming pussy was asking. With one surge of come he filled it to the lips, and the next pulse of his prick made the white cum slop out and run down over his balls like lava.
His come felt like lava shooting into his aunt's cunt, too. "Whhhnnnnnnhhhh!" she cried bubblingly. The sudden expulsion of air forced one final spurt of jism from Chuck's almost-spent prick, which instantly began going limp. Jacqui scarcely noticed. With her face and pussy stuffed full of the most incredible, enormous cocks she'd ever seen, and with boiling, tasty come slobbering out the lips of her mouth and her pussy, she came. Oh, how she came!
Her buff came clear off the bench as she ground her snatch into her nephew's crotch, feeling his cock vibrating deep within her. She undulated like a swimming fish, her tits throbbing inside her bra as if yearning to be free, while she fucked and sucked and tasted the most come she'd ever had pumped into her mouth and needy cunt.
Three souls melted into one in a pulsating glow of orgasm. At last Chuck pulled his cock from Jacqui's still sucking mouth. She choked and sputtered as come ran into her nose. Droplets of jism flew as she shook her head to clear her nose. With white come dewing her hair, she ran her tongue around her lips, scooping up the final remnants of the gooey, delicious sperm.
Martin popped his cock out. Come and cunt juice poured freely from the gaping snatch, onto the carpet. Totally loose and relaxed in every muscle, Martin stalked around to the other side of the bench. Jacqui's eyes were closed blissfully.
They opened as he lay his sopping prick on her lips. Without thinking she opened her mouth. She began licking it like a meaty popsicle. Still filled with the radiance of afterglow, she didn't mind that the taste of his come was spiced with the savory gravy of her pussy. She enjoyed the taste of her own cunt as well as her nephew's jism!
Martin half-closed his eyes. God, it felt nice having his aunt eat his cock.
"So that's what's going on around here!" an angry female voice exclaimed from behind him.
CHAPTER SIX
Martin froze in place. Lying with her head back and the jism and cunt oil, thinned by her saliva, trickling into her mouth, Jacqui wondered what was going on. The sweet fog of afterglow had abruptly vanished. She was left acutely conscious of her nakedness.
"Hi… Anne," Chuck said feebly. He gulped.
Anne! Jacqui's heart bounced around her ribcage like a small animal trying to get out. It was bad enough that one of Martin's friends was in on her degradation, but to have his girlfriend see his aunt like this, naked, tied, and violated, with come running out her twat and her nephew's gooey prick in her mouth, was unbearable. And the girl sounded mad!
"I was wondering why you pulled that disappearing act after school yesterday and today," the girl said dangerously, taking a step forward. "Let me give you some advice, lover-boy, when you cheat on me, don't leave your front door unlocked."
Martin took a step back. His prick grazed Jacqui's cheek as it slid from her lips. Upside down in her vision, the black-haired cheerleader stood a few feet away, hands on her hips, her pretty face pale and twisted with rage. She was dressed the way she had been two days ago when Jacqui had come upon the girl sucking her nephew's outsized cock, in a white letter sweater with a huge scarlet "W" stretched to bursting across her swelling jugs, and a brief red skirt barely covering her trim butt.
"Take it easy, baby," Martin muttered, holding his hands up in front of him. Anne got her first look at the inverted face of the naked woman, and her blue eyes went round. "That's your aunt!" she exclaimed. "Why, you incestuous son-of-a-bitch!"
The youth took a step toward the furious brunette. She suddenly swooped down at the carpet, and when she came up, she was holding Chuck's big revolver in both small, white hands, "Get away from me!" she hissed, aiming the gun at Martin's bare midriff. He stopped dead. His face was drained of all color.
"Hey, you've got her tied up!" Anne exclaimed. "So the man-stealing slut is into bondage! Well, baby, you'll have your chance to be tied up for real, now." Her brow furrowed as she studied the now-limp prick dangling down between her boyfriend's legs.
"I see," she said, "you were just tidying up your precious nephew's cock. Well, don't let me stop you, Ms. Hyde. Get back to work." With the gun she gestured for Martin to go back to the side of the bench where his aunt lay tied.
"But, baby, you don't understa…" Martin began. Anne cocked the pistol.
With a shrug, Martin walked back over and stood by his aunt's head. He took his cock between his fingers and placed it on her mouth. "I'm sorry, Aunt Jacqui," he said, and there was nervousness in his voice. "I don't have any choice."
Pursing her lips, Jacqui turned her head away. She was no longer perversely excited by the game. The sense of outrage and humiliation she'd felt when Martin and Chuck first stripped had poured back into her body full force. And there was something else added, fear.
Anne Roxbury was a jealous and passionate girl. And, with her waving that fat black around, it was clear she was none too stable mentally. What had started out as a boyish prank – a cruel one, but still a prank – had turned into something deadly serious.
And Jacqui had a terrible feeling it might be just that – deadly.
"Wait – Annie." Chuck stepped forward. His lanky prick swung like a tail between his thighs. Anne swung the gun to point at him. He raised his hands higher. "I'm not part of this, really I'm not. Martin just invited me over to share in the fun, that's all. It's not my fault."
Anne's eyes narrowed to slits glowing with a blast furnace blue glare. Her knuckle whitened as her finger tensed on the trigger. Chuck's Adam's apple bobbed slowly up and down.
The girl relaxed. "You mean you're on my side?"
Chuck nodded eagerly. "Anything you say – anything!"
"Prove it then." She jerked her head at the bound, nude librarian, with her face averted so that her nephew's limp prick lay across her cheek. "The skinny bitch doesn't want to cooperate. Get that jump rope over there and liven her up a bit."
A blue and white rope a yard long lay on the carpet beside the rowing machine. Chuck looked at it without comprehension. "Well?" Anne snapped. "Get with it. Whip that perverted slut till she obeys and sucks cock like she's been told!"
Fearfully, Chuck obeyed. He walked over and picked up the rope, absently twisting one end around a skinny hand. Then, shirt tails slapping against his bare ass, he walked till he stood across the bench from Martin.
Jacqui had her head raised to stare at him in horror Martin's cock had fallen off her face again. Chuck looked down at her with frightened yellow eyes. "You can't do this!" Jacqui forced out. "You won't…"
Chuck raised his arm and swung. The knotted end of the rope whistled down and landed on Jacqui's straining white belly.
"Yiiiaaaaiiieeeee!" shrieked Jacqui. Her back arched and her body flew into the air. She fell back to the unyielding surface of the bench so hard the breath was knocked out of her and she lay gasping.