"I'll stick them in my pocket," her uncle told her. "I'll give them to you when we're back home."
"God, Uncle Evan, I can barely walk. Help me please." She clung to him as he pulled her down to the car. Once inside he gave her his flask. She pulled at the strong liquor thankfully, hoping that it would dull the sharp edge of her pain. But Uncle Evan seemed distracted. It was as if he really didn't care that she was suffering. Josie felt a deep disappointment. Her first experience with fucking and her partner didn't seem to give a damn. She held the bottle tightly, nursing it at intervals as the big Chrysler moved along the highway towards town.
CHAPTER EIGHT
When Roslyn found her niece dead drunk on the living room floor she didn't even try to move her. She knew that Kendall was still downstairs sulking. She could hear the clack of the pool balls. And looking down at Ronnie's inert body, she realized that she was a little drunk herself. Just drunk enough to do what was on her mind. She was going to pay her nephew back for his lack of loyalty. The fickle little bastard. She'd teach him something about sex he didn't know yet.
It took Roslyn only a few minutes of rummaging through her bedroom dresser to find what she was looking for. She'd bought the outfit long ago on a whim. It was made of black lace and silk. It made her look the part of a femme fatale better than she ever could have hoped for. The panties were of the bikini type… if you could call them panties at all. They were really nothing more than black silk strings and a narrow band of lace-edge silk that covered her pussy. They hung low on her hips and just barely covered the crack of her ass. The matching top was just as skimpy. The cups barely reached over her nipples. Her tits bulged out the top like melons ripe and ready for eating.
Roslyn made her eyes up heavily and added dark-red lipstick to complete the effect. Until now Kendall had been experiencing only her lighter, more innocent self. And how could he know about women by fooling around with someone as young and inexperienced as Ronnie? It was time for lesson number one. And Roslyn meant to be the teacher.
She came down the steps barefoot and leaned in the doorway until Kendall sensed her presence and turned.
"God! Aunt Roslyn!"
Roslyn said nothing. She just gave him a luring smile and then turned to go back upstairs. She could almost feel his eyes burning against the cheeks of her ass as they moved up and down, the silk of her panties sliding into her crack as she ascended. As she knew would happen, she heard her nephew drop his cue onto the table and follow her.
She led him to his own room. That would be the best place for her little plan. There they would have complete privacy. And Roslyn wanted complete privacy.
"Close the door and lock it," she ordered him. Like a robot Kendall did what she wanted. "Lay down across your bed and take off all your clothes." Only when her nephew had accomplished this did she show him what she held in her hand.
His eyes widened at the sight of the silk cords. They were black like the skimpy patches of silk she had on. She wrapped one around his ankle and tied the other end to the bedpost. She did the other ankle in a similar fashion. Though Kendall's face had a worried look, he let her go ahead with it. She knew she had him mesmerized. Like all men he was expecting a treat. Yes, she had a treat for him alright.
"Now your wrists," she said, coming up to the head of the bed.
"Wait a minute, Aunt Roslyn, what are you going to do?"
"I told you. I want to tie your wrists to the bedposts too."
"Well, okay." He lay back and let her go ahead. His cock was already stiff, throbbing with a steady rhythm. She watched it rise and fall on his belly. She knotted the last cord and stood back to survey her work. Kendall couldn't move any of his extremities more than a few inches. He looked at her helplessly, a sheepish grin on his face. That was the moment she chose to undo the beads around her neck. They were the pop together type, made of plastic balls an inch in diameter. Black of course.
"What are you going to do w-w-with those?" Kendall asked.
"You'll see."
Roslyn straddled her nephew's body with her cunt very close to his face. Then she stretched the silken band to one side to expose her puffy, slick vulva. The folds and lips were swollen out like a rose. She was hot and drippy with juice. One by one she pushed the balls of the necklace up into her pussy. The sensation was quite exciting. And as she groaned, Kendall reacted to the sight of her hole being filled. When all but the last bead were inside her, Roslyn pulled them slowly out again.
"I just did that to get them good and slick," she whispered.
Kendall's eyes went wide again as he watched her lower her mouth down to his cock. She pulled the tip between her lips, between her teeth. Then she bit down on it just enough to let him know that he shouldn't struggle too much.
With her hands free, she could push the beads of her necklace into the place she wanted them.
"No! Oh God, don't, Aunt Roslyn! Don't do that!"
"Nhhuuuh-huuuh!" she nodded, telling him with her eyes that it was inevitable. She pressed the first, cunt-slickened bead against his rectum and pushed. It forced the dry, tight hole apart and disappeared. As her nephew's ass closed down between the first bead and the second, he shuddered and let out a long, shaky breath.
"Nhhhhhooo!"
The next went easier and soon she was pushing the beads in quickly. There was a wet little pop each time one disappeared into Kendall's guts. He writhed on the mattress, plunging his hips this way and that but she just bit down harder on his glans and controlled the squirming enough to push each plastic ball up into him. Roslyn stopped when there were two of them still hanging out of his ass.
Her mouth softened around her nephew's cock as she retracted her teeth. Her tongue took over now, bathing and licking his swollen, tumid surfaces. The boy jerked against the cords that bound him, wiggled his hips in an agony of pleasure. Roslyn knew that the pressure of all those beads against his prostate could keep him from coming. And whenever he got too close all she had to do was pull on the necklace and another black bead would pop out of his ass. She could delay his climax as long as she desired. And she desired it for a long, long time.
Roslyn stroked his cock with her mouth in slow, tickly movements. Her tongue lashed him roughly and then teased him like the wings of a butterfly might. Kendall thrashed on the bed, his face red with tension. She used her long nails to work deeply in his balls and scratch along his belly and chest. She caught one of his nipples and pinched it gently as her tongue sucked circles around the flared edge of his cock crown. Kendall stiffened and his prick bulged suddenly between her lips. Roslyn pulled on her necklace and one bead popped out.
"Ahhhhh!" Kendall moaned, his arms muscled out as he pulled against the silk cords that held his wrists bound to the bedposts. "Ohhhhh fuck! Let me come."
Roslyn lightened her sucking and just teased him with her lower lip as she eased another plastic bead from his body. This time she pulled slowly, letting the ball come out a little at a time. Kendall's ass muscles worked as if trying to escape the torture of the necklace. The bead popped out and his cock lost some of its rigidity. With her tongue going, she began to suck him hard again.
"Aunt Roslyn… you're gonna kill meeeee!"
"You'll just think you're dying," she laughed, taking her lips off his cock. As he writhed she lapped along the underside and then switched to the top. She even got down off him and did a little dance in the middle of the room. She pushed a finger under the silken crotch band of her panties and dragged it through her crevice. Then she wiped the finger under her nephew's nose. The musky scent made his cock leap up from his belly. She straddled him again, holding her panties to one side as she worked the blue, taut head of his cock into her slit.