"Oh, no, please," Karen sobbed, aware of them all staring at her naked snatch.
"Honey, don't be ashamed of your body," Bill said soothingly. "You're beautiful."
"She sure is," Mark said earnestly.
Stacy agreed silently – and enviously. Wow, those tits of hers were huge, each one as big as Stacy's head. And her muff was so pretty, thick and curly and golden, dwarfing Stacy's girlish snatch. Aunt Karen really was being silly. If Stacy had a body like that, she wouldn't hide it – she'd flaunt it.
Stacy slipped the nightgown off over Karen's feet and tossed it out of the way. Mark said, "Okay, Sis, you help Uncle Bill hold her down, and I'll do the rest."
Stacy obeyed, sitting behind Karen on the bed, pressing down firmly on her aunt's silky shoulder. Bill held the other shoulder down. Mark seized Karen's long shapely legs and forced them apart. Her slit was lush and ripe and red. Mark eyed it hungrily.
"Oh, please," Karen sobbed, "don't… You three can do whatever you want together, I won't stop you. But leave me out of it."
Mark grinned and shook his head. "Uh-uh, Auntie, we need you," he said. "And you're gonna like it, just wait and see."
"It's for your own good, darling," Bill repeated.
Her own good? How could it be for her good, Karen thought bitterly, to be stripped naked before a leering audience, to have her most intimate parts exposed? She could have died of embarrassment. But that was nothing compared to what she had to endure next. She watched in honor as Mark lay down between her parted legs and thrust his freckled face into her crotch. She felt his stiff wet tongue on the swollen flesh of her slit. Oh, God, no – he was going to eat her pussy in front of Stacy and Bill!
"Nooo," Karen wailed.
She struggled to get away from him, but her shoulders were pinned down and Mark was holding her legs. There was nothing she could do. Her face was scarlet with shame. She closed her eyes so as not to see the leering faces around her. She'd never forgive them for this, never.
There was a loud lewd sucking sound as Mark began to expertly eat his aunt's pussy. Bill watched in amazement and envy. He himself should have learned those tricks long ago. He might have held Karen's interest in bed if he'd known how to do that to her.
Mark began with the most sensitive organ of her body, her tiny red pulsing clit. He parted the golden-furred lips of her muff and exposed the little ripe bud, then tickled it with the tip of his tongue. He ran his tongue slowly, teasingly, around the tiny shaft. Karen's tall lush body quivered, but she made no sound.
What Mark was doing to her felt good, fantastically good. If they'd been alone together, she would have wailed and moaned with pleasure. But she was determined not to surrender to these people, not to join in their filthy orgy. She'd pretend she wasn't turned on, and then they'd have to let her go.
Bill and Stacy were surprised and disappointed when Karen didn't respond to Mark's expert sensual clit-licking. "She's not frigid, is she?" Stacy said, almost in disgust.
"Oh, no," said Bill, "far from it. But she's upset, honey, and embarrassed. She's never done anything like this before. Give her time."
Karen suppressed a bitter laugh. She'd need time, all right – till Hell froze over. She would never show her lust in front of an audience. She was a decent woman, not a slut.
Mark tongued faster and faster on her tiny hot clit, tickling and lashing and lapping the tender wet bud, and Karen struggled not to show the searing pleasure that racked her body. Dammit, if only they'd been alone, she could have come by now. Mark was doing a fantastic job of eating her pussy.
She loved it – but she'd die before she let them know it.
"Oh, wow, I can't believe this," Stacy said disgustedly. "Doesn't she have any feeling at all? Me, I would've come by now if somebody was eating my pussy like that."
Bill said nothing, but he was worried. Maybe Karen was frigid, maybe it was too late to save her.
But, no, she'd responded so wildly and passionately to his fucking out there in the hall.
What the hell was the matter with her now?
Nothing was the matter, if he'd only known it. Karen bit her lip to keep from screaming her pleasure as Mark's wicked talented tongue lashed and rimmed her sensitive hot clit. She managed to keep from making any sound or displaying any enjoyment on her face, but she couldn't stop the horny heavy creaming of her aroused pussy. She prayed Mark wouldn't notice it.
But he did. He could hardly help but notice that his face was drenched with her sizzling juice. He heard Stacy and Bill going on about how she must be frigid, and he could have laughed out loud. He knew different. He knew his beautiful aunt was having one helluva time hiding her fierce pleasure as he tongued her clit.
Well, he wasn't going to let her hide it. He was going to make her admit it in front of all of them. He was tired of her hypocrisy, tired of her bullshit – not to mention the fact that she was delaying the party. He intended to get her so hot, she'd be telling the whole world how much she loved it.
"Noooo," Karen whimpered.
She felt Mark's wet tongue sliding off her thoroughly aroused erect clit and moving lower between her legs, down into the steamy folds of her swollen pussy lips. It felt so damned good, she could hardly control herself.
"What's he doing now?" Bill asked. "I can't see."
Stacy leaned over her aunt to look, then giggled. "He's sticking his tongue up her cunt," she said. "It that doesn't get her hot, nothing will."
Karen stiffened and braced herself. Stacy had unwittingly warmed her of what was to come. Then she felt Mark's thick rough tongue snaking into her hotly aroused cunt. Oh, God, the pleasure was almost too much! She bit her lip and creamed all over his face. His slick tongue thrust hard into her, all the way to the root. She wanted to wail with ecstasy.
Mark felt it all, felt her huge rush of cream, felt her hungry cunt tightening eagerly around his probing tongue. She loved it, he could tell – but still the bitch wouldn't admit it, didn't make a sound.
He tried tongue-fucking her, lashing and sawing his slick wet tongue swiftly in and out of her burning box. Her cunt got fiery hot when he did that, she creamed buckets – but, dammit, she still kept quiet and rigid, not indicating in any way the burning pleasure she must be feeling.
"S-stop," Karen whimpered, "please, no more…"
"Mark," Bill said disappointedly, "maybe you better stop. If she doesn't want it, it's not right to force her."
Without raising his face from Karen's steamy crotch, Mark vigorously shook his head. He had one more trick left, something he figured even Karen couldn't resist. He'd never tried it on her before, and he was glad he'd saved it, so he could take her by surprise.
Karen felt Mark's tongue slipping out of her gripping red-hot cunt. She hated to feel it leave, but on the other hand she wouldn't have to fight back her moans of pleasure. She thought he'd given up on her at last, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She'd won…
Then she felt his slick tongue suddenly thrusting deep into her asshole.
"Oooooo!" Karen wailed.
Her opulent body arched up sharply, and her frowning face changed to a mask of startled delight. Her white teeth were bared, her big nipple swollen with arousal. She moaned huskily, licked her lips. Cream poured from her nipping cunt.
"Wow, that really got to her," Stacy exclaimed. "What's he doing?"
"I can't see," Bill said, his voice high and excited. Mark was succeeding at last, thank God, but how? Bill craned his neck forward to see – and blushed hotly. My God, the kid had his tongue right up Karen's ass.
"What is it, Uncle Bill?" Stacy said eagerly. "What's he doing to her?"
"Uh… uh," Bill stammered, "I, uh, can't really tell."
Stacy cocked an eyebrow at him, knowing he was lying. She leaned far forward and took a look for herself. Her brother was thrusting his tongue swiftly in and out of Karen's tight little bumhole. Stacy laughed delightedly. She knew how good THAT felt.