He left the room, the house, quickly, the front door banging loudly behind him.
As if in a daze, Betty Sue went through the motions of showering, bending way over and opening her pussy wide, forcing the flow of the black man's heavy white cum to dribble out of her cunt and down the shower drain. Then, just half-dressed, she went to her car and got in it, driving around aimlessly while she sorted out all the confusion torturing her mind.
There had to be some genuine absolution for her sin, for her repeated adulterous actions. It wouldn't be so bad if she could just convince herself that she hated it. But she enjoyed it. She had much to decide for herself and many miles to drive, alone in silent, soul-searching contemplation.
CHAPTER SIX
It had been a completely successful visit for Barbara Jean Crocker. It was always completely successful for her when she felt satisfactorily fucked. And she still felt fucked, even though it was her who had stripped off her panties and climbed up onto Johan Swensen's hospital bed, up angling his rampantly erect cock and just sliding down on it, skewering her own cunt tightly down on his fuck pole as if it was there to serve only one purpose, to stuff her belly with hot man meat that she could bounce around on all she wanted to. Squeezing it with her pussy muscles and feeling all of his incredibly big cockhead, the fat, nearly double-sized shaft of it, stuffing her cuntal walls incredibly, delightfully.
She relived most of the glorious fuck all the way back across town, driving her little Rabbit, her fuck car she called it, back to her sister's house. The very same sister whose husband she had just given the best fuck of his entire life. The very same sister that Barbara Jean herself balled every chance she had.
All in all, it had been a pleasant little trip to visit her sister, to help Betty Sue out while Johan was in the hospital, and to help Barbara Jean out with all the frantic fucking she could handle, from three totally different directions. First, the flesh of her own flesh, her very own dear sweet sister's much-loved cunt. Second, the huge cock of her own nephew. Third, the incredibly large full grown cock of her brother-in-law, that seemed to spurt stringy white semen like a cum fountain.
No wonder Barbara Jean Crocker felt like she was in fuck heaven. Her cunt hardly had time to cool down, her orgasms hardly had time to stop rippling through her groin, her clitoris hardly had time to relax and lose its friction-flushed appearance.
She was humming to herself as she parked her little car in the driveway and got out, walking toward the house.
Erik Swensen really liked Denise St. James. The more he thought about it, the more he knew he did. There was something especially exciting to the teen about the shape of her mouth, the full sensual appearance of her lips. He could almost feel his cock sliding between them. He could almost see the delightful vision of his hard-on slipping deep into her mouth while he watched.
And her nipples poking at the fabric of whatever she happened to be wearing. How very much he wanted to see her naked, to feel her body all over, to have her do for him the same things his wonderful Aunt Barbara did. Sucking his cock. Giving him head. Going down on his peeled-back knob.
Besides, there might be something to the theory that if he did manage to succeed in cutting back the frequency, the heightened sensations of his fuck pleasure might be worth all his effort.
He finished bathing and stepped out of the shower, his slightly tumescent – but when was it not that way? – cock hanging heavily and angling noticeably out over his ballsac while it waved from side to side. He dried himself, pulling the thick Turkish towel again and again over his genitalia, through the crack of his ass and around his firmly sculptured buttocks.
And looked up to see his aunt standing in his bathroom door, her face slightly flushed and her eyes already glazed over at just the sight of his perfect body, his perfect cock, his perfect balls.
"Gosh, Aunt Barbara," Erik said, freezing, his arms over his shoulders holding the towel behind him, his heavy cock shaft giving a sudden lurch because he knew it was being ogled, "I didn't hear you come in."
"Yes," she said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. You haven't been beating off, have you?"
"Gaulle no!" he said, indignantly, and his cock lurched again and seemed to lift slightly, more of the very end of his cockhead suddenly peeking out of his crinkled up foreskin.
"Well, you better not be," Barbara Jean said. "I can tell that your cock's all flushed and red, and swollen up. I guess it could be from your shower, from toweling your dick roughly."
"Gee, I'm sorry," he said, confused, looking down at his dick and watching it grow heavier as he did, stretching noticeably and firming up.
"You just can't do that any more, Erik," she said. "You're big enough now to find your sexual release with someone else, another person, a girl. Cocks are for sharing, Erik, not for playing with secretly."
"I've been trying to take your advice, Aunt Barbara," he said, "only it doesn't seem to work right somehow."
"Oh, how do you mean that, dear?" she asked, taking the towel from his frozen-up hands and tossing it aside, leading him gently out of the bathroom and toward his double bed.
"Well, I was out with Denise this afternoon," he began, "and touching her, you know. Then I took her hand and put it on my cock, and I guess that scared her away."
Barbara Jean laughed and pushed Erik down until he was seated on the side of his bed. "I bet it just startled her is all, Erik," she said. "When she has time to think about it a little, she'll want to feel it again, to make sure it's real."
"Oh, do you really think so, Aunt Barbara?" he asked, suddenly enthusiastic. He hardly even noticed how heavy his cock was hanging, angling out sharply over his ballsac that was pushed up high because of his slick thighs pressing together, or that it was rising off the level, more of the foreskin peeling back off the cockhead by itself.
"I know so, Erik," Barbara said, herself watching the teen's big cock take shape and turn into a fuck monster that she knew would cause her to disintegrate into a mass of emotions and to turn into nothing but one big cunt.
"Oh, Aunt Babs," he said suddenly. "Could you… you know… do it for me again? Like the other time?"
"Erik, if you're asking me to suck your cock, you've got to use the words," she said.
"Oh, yes, please," he said, "do suck my cock."
"Well, maybe," she said, coy and provocative, her cunt starting to juice up rapidly. She grew feverish between her legs and high up inside her belly. She was very thankful that she had taken the time in the hospital after fucking Johan to wash away as much of the fuck smells as she could, as many traces of his cum as she could get to. "But first, you've got to learn how to be nice to me. You already know how to have your cock sucked, well there's lots of other things you need to know too."
"Show me, please," he said. "I'm ready, I know I am. I want to learn everything about fucking. Oh, is it all right for me to say that word? I know Mom would be furious if I did."
"Yes, it's all right for you to say it in front of me, dear," Barbara Jean said, quickly kicking off her sandals and tugging at her hospital visiting clothes, opening them and dropping them until all she was wearing was a skimpy see-through bra that didn't hide any of her tittie flesh and the brief bikini panties she had put back on in the hospital room. "Here, Erik, it's time you learned how to take a bra off. Undo this one and free my tits."
Eagerly the teen fumbled with the hook clasp and got the bra open, pulling it over Barbara's shoulders and letting it fall. "And now these," Barbara said, pointing to her panties.