With each touch, Erik's eighteen-year-old cock grew longer and harder and fatter, and his eyes grew more clouded and lost within the mental fantasies of his own sexual imagination. He was hardly aware that the grown-up woman was manipulating his prick, that she had sunk to the floor in front of him and had peeled back all of his foreskin and held it back down along the shaft of his cock until it had filled out even longer and harder and the foreskin completely disappeared altogether.
His cockhead was bigger and broader and slicker than it had ever been and the pearly drop of virginal precum gathering at the lips of his cock was totally irresistible. His sex smelled like dried piss and sweat, but there was something headier, the remnants of his early morning cum held tight to the bottom of his cockhead by his retracted foreskin. She couldn't deny herself the ultimate thrill of taking the virginal, completely untested cockhead into her mouth and letting her tongue run over the flawless contours of his glans.
Erik was so lost in his own fantasies that he hardly knew his grown-up aunt had taken his cockhead into her mouth and was tonguing it, sucking on it, for all she was worth. All he knew was that it felt better to him thaw he could have imagined it ever feeling, that whatever it was she was doing with her cheeks tight sucked against his prick with her tongue curled up and poking down into the pink asshole, digging for his cum, should never ever stop, not as long as he lived.
He came into her mouth, his cockhead buried far back in her throat so his fresh hot jism just had to jet-blast itself almost right down into her stomach without her even swallowing. Only she did swallow, and she ran her lips up and down on the knob of his cock and sucked it, laying it from every direction, drinking off his cum, until long after his orgasm was all over. His super-sensitive glans flesh, being chewed upon and sucked upon within the voracious mouth of his cum-loving aunt, began to throb painfully, and his moans of lust turn to whimpers of near pain. Still she continued to suck his cock while Erik, in mindless fuck-funk, gasped and moaned and groaned.
Barbara's own orgasm had been unexpected, an extra bonus, something that, no doubt, just happened automatically every time she sucked a virgin cock completely empty.
CHAPTER FOUR
Betty Sue Swensen came home with a horrible headache, or so she said. She had passed through the house so quickly that Barbara Jean, afraid she might detect the heady aroma of sex clinging to the room, hardly had time to try diverting her attention away from the subject.
If anything, Barbara thought, the scent of fucking only intensified, but she thought it was surely her fertile imagination. She was just glad that Erik had time enough to split again, before they were caught having a go at his cock.
Betty spent hours in her bath, soaking away her headache, and even begged off of dinner, preferring to take an aspirin and go straight to bed. Of course Barbara Jean did not know that her sister was living in Hell at that very moment, reliving the depraved encounter with Dr. Montgomery in the hospital examination room.
Betty vividly imagined herself with her legs spread wide, her feet caught in the cold metal tie-backs, her cunt uncovered and… and actually moistening in anticipation. Oh, the shame of it all, the sin of it all!
Betty Sue knew it was wrong to fuck in the first place. And it was certainly wrong to fuck a man who wasn't even her husband. Why, Dr. Montgomery was a total stranger to her, except for his cock in her mouth, in her cunt, along with all those gallons of his hot fresh cum.
The worst of her sin of course, was the fact that however much Betty Sue tried to deny the fact, she had, within the deepest, darkest, most secret spot of her soul, enjoyed having the man fuck her. If anything, it had given her some fancy new ideas. If her resolve held out long enough, she was going to try being a much better wife to Johan. Maybe she could even allow herself to put some enthusiasm into their lovemaking.
With a heart heavy with shame and remorse, Betty Sue finally fell asleep, dreaming of the doctor's gnarled, much-used old cock and how very exciting the flavor of it, mingled with her own pussy juices and his fresh cum, seemed to make her pussy ache just that much better.
Barbara Jean Crocker was worried about her sister. She had not only come home from the hospital looking very peculiar indeed, she had isolated herself for the rest of the night, washing herself as if the devil possessed her body. Then, to make matters worse, Betty Sue had lingered in her room all morning, still feigning a bad headache.
There was no way Barbara Jean was going to let her try to go to the hospital that afternoon.
She made Betty Sue a big bowl of thick chicken soup and a pot of tea, and told her she had to spend the rest of the day just relaxing in her room. Everyone had a right to play sick now and then, Barbara had always said, but she noticed Betty pale considerably when she suggested calling Dr. Montgomery over to the house to examine her.
"Nonsense, dear," Betty Sue said, "I'll be all right. All I need is a little rest. An emotional strain on me, I guess. You go see Johan this afternoon, just tell him that Erik and I love him and miss him very much."
Barbara Jean asked directions at the Nurse's Station and turned down the hallway to find Johan's room. It was a big, well-lighted room with two beds in it and when Barbara Jean entered it, she was delighted to see that the other bed was empty. She was alone in the room with Johan.
"Hello, you big hunk you," she said, flinging herself at the man and giving him an affectionate kiss, crushing her body against his until he could feel her tits digging into his chest through his hospital gown. "It seems like years since I've seen you."
"Hey, hey, Barbara," Johan said, hugging her tight, reluctant to lose contact with her tit flesh.
"What a surprise! Here I was all set to see Betty Sue, getting turned on just thinking about being alone with her now that they've moved Mr. Wilson to another room, and you pop up."
"Does that mean you don't want to see me?" she asked, pouting.
"Of course I want to see you, Babs," Johan said, releasing her so she could sit down on the edge of his bed.
"How much?" she asked, pouting like a little girl. "Tell me how much you wanted to see me. Better yet, show me how much."
"I'm pretty hot right now, Babs," Johan said, seriously. "It's been forever without… without – well, you know, and my flesh is just so weak…"
Laughing, Barbara Jean quickly pulled the covers up off of him. "Do you mean you're horny, Johan?" she said, looking down at his uncovered midsection, his incredibly massive cock, already half-hard and rising fast. "Jesus, I guess you are."
Her hand closed over the mound of his genitalia, pushing his erecting cock shaft down against his huge hair-covered balls, grinding the whole mound within the palm of her hand possessively.
"Oh, shit, Johan!" Barbara said. "It's so… so big! I know you're a big man and all that, but I still never expected your cock to be so… so pretty."
"Take it easy, woman," he said. "I told you I'm hotter than a firecracker. I'm going to go off any second if you keep that up."
"Really?" she said, teasingly. "Do you think you might keep it up long enough to fuck me, baby?"