Peter had never felt so strange in his life. His head and face were completely buried up under his aunt's skirt, right between her softly perspiring thighs, which he still had to hold firmly apart with both hands. It was dark and warm, there was not too much air, and he could smell the strangest, yet somehow most tempting aroma he'd ever encountered in his life. And even in the dim light, he could just distinguish the shadowy looking black hair of her cunt, peeking out on either side of her panty crotchband, right before his face.
"Peter," Marilyn gasped, again beginning to twist and struggle as she realized the young boy's truly lewd and shocking intentions. "Peter, please! Let me go!"
Peter knew he had no choice but to go through with his desperate scheme. His aunt was right at the turning point now, and if just for one minute he could get his lips on her pussy, he knew he would be assured of success. In spite of his own keenly rising excitement at the prospect of the perverted act he was about to perform, there was a part of his young mind that continued to function lucidly. And he realized, with a curiously titillating sense of self-sacrifice, that the idea was even better than he'd originally thought. If he ate his aunt without actually bringing her to a climax, without going ahead and fucking her as he'd originally intended, then she would never be able to refuse Seth and Josh when they arrived. She would be too far gone to resist, or even to protest. His friends would get what they wanted, it was all too perfect!
And maybe, just maybe, after they were through she would still let me fuck her.
Even more determined, Peter shoved his face farther up between his aunt's urgently scissoring thighs. There was only one thing standing in his way of success right now, his aunt's flimsily clinging panties, and as Peter's hands were still occupied in holding her struggling thighs apart, he could think of only one way to get them off.
Marilyn gasped, her buttocks trembling from the sheer excitement and tantalizing frustration of having Peter's head completely buried up under her skirt between her quivering thighs. Then a little shiver passed through her wantonly moistening loins as she lifted her head up off the couch pillow to stare down the length of her body with even greater incredulity as she felt her nephew's tongue flick in a searing path up the tautly straining tendon of one of her inner thighs. She gasped then as his teeth took hold of the tight elastic legband of her panties and with a dog-like motion of his head he began to jerk and pull them downwards.
Peter could hardly get his breath. His head and face were completely shrouded by his aunt's skirt, and now in spite of his manual resistance, her thighs were clamped tightly about his ears. And taking off her panties with his mouth was like trying to thread a needle in the dark.
With a final effort, the excited boy managed to lower his aunt's panties several inches farther. Then he ducked his head under them, running his nose right along the crack between her defenselessly clenching buttocks, and again bobbed his face up into the fragrant smelling softness of her loins. Now completely pinned there between her thighs, with the panties that were stretched tight above her knees pulled taut across the back of his neck to hold his face in position, Peter began.
Marilyn's whole anxiously quivering body tensed at the first titillating contact of Peter's lips and tongue darting down onto the tingling bud of her clitoris.
"Ooooooooooh!" she gasped from the sudden electric contact, a shudder darting out from her moistening loins, strained and desperate moans pouring from her throat as she ceased her struggles. Between her thighs, Peter licked his own lips and groaned inwardly as he whipped his tongue cautiously from his mouth, then trailed it in a slowly licking wipe down the full length of his aunt's wildly throbbing cuntal slit.
"Oh lick it, baby! Lick it," the older woman screamed as she felt her young nephew's tongue curling deep up into her hotly throbbing cunt!
"Oh, yes! Yes!" she moaned, hardly able to believe the lust-inciting sensations that were surging out from her naked loins to every part of her helplessly tormented body. Peter's tongue, probing gently now up into the softness of her cunt, felt like nothing she'd ever experienced in her life, and the limber wetness of it was a direct contrast to everything she was accustomed to feeling when she was touched by a man. She held her nephew's head tightly between her warmly clasping inner thighs, then, a more distant-sounding moan rising in her throat, she jerked her skirt up and began to push the young boy back from between her thighs.
"Yes Peter darling, you can fuck me, you can fuck me now… I want you to fuck me darling, please," she groaned, and then her mouth dropped wide open as the sounds of footsteps reached her ears and she looked directly into the faces of her nephew's friends Seth Roberts and Josh Harding, realizing immediately that she had been set up for something far beyond anything she had control of. How long had the boys been watching her, how long… but then what did it matter, obviously they were here for one thing and one thing only… a piece of the action… a piece of her ass!
Marilyn Goodge was in a state of shock, she was now embroiled in something far beyond her understanding, far beyond the limits of her mind. Had her first lewd encounter with her nephew brought all this upon her, how had she allowed herself to sink so far down in to the mire… and how was she going to extract herself… and for that matter, did she want to.
She was more than aware of the fact that from the first moment she had seen the two boys stealthily creeping into her living room, obscene thrilling sensations of lust had begun to erupt in her body. In the most secret depths of herself she had always wanted to be part of an orgy, to be fucked by several men at once… now it seemed she was on the verge of giving herself to three boys at once, boys or men, what did it matter, her body was crying out to be fucked, to be sucked and to be taken by force if necessary, so great was her need for satisfaction and stimulation… so long had she gone without love… without the feel of a man's cock inside her body… so very long!
"My God! Just look at her," gasped Seth Roberts, his eyes almost popping out of his head with lust and desire.
"I'm looking man, I'm looking," moaned Josh Harding, his cock already throbbing insistently in his jeans. "Come on man, she's hot, let's both fuck her at once."
A quiver went through Marilyn's prone body. She shook her head feebly from side to side, trying to mouth an objection, but the words wouldn't come to her lips. She waited, silent, watching with wildly lustful eyes as the two youngsters began hurriedly to strip. Then when they were both standing completely naked, she had what must have been her last rational thought of the entire obscene ordeal, "Lock the door," she urged in a quivering voice.
The wanton woman had made a fast decision, they were there, she knew what they wanted, and she was prepared to give it to them, she might never have such an opportunity again the rest of her life and she couldn't turn it down.
"Come on baby, get undressed," Josh Harding said to her in an alarmingly mature voice.
"How are we going to fuck her at once," young Seth asked in a quavering voice.
Marilyn quickly stripped off her clothes as if she were hypnotized, nothing seemed quite real to her.