John Kellerman
Auntie with the hots
CHAPTER ONE
Beth put a teacup down before her sister and filled it. Tanya seemed even prettier than Beth had remembered. She was a true blonde and her tan skin accentuated her flowing locks. Beth could see the full soft curves of her breasts bulging out of her nightgown. She wondered what it was like to have big tits. Tanya had started growing hers in junior high. Or had it been the sixth grade? No matter.
Beth had waited in vain for hers to bud and after her second year in college had realized that she was not to be blessed with anything more than a couple of adolescent-like swells.
'I'm really glad you came to visit for a few months,' she said, closing her robe around her thin body. 'What with Benji visiting I can sure use a little help in the kitchen.' Benji was her and Tanya's nephew. He was eighteen, well-developed and very nice. Beth enjoyed having him around. There were some projects to complete around the sprawling hillside home Cal had bought five years before.
'Benji has offered to help Cal with that stone fence he's building out back. And the road in needs some work before winter.'
'I just love it out here,' Tanya said, stretching. She felt robust and full of life. Beth wondered why her sister's husband had ever let her go. But she didn't want to bring anything like that up. She didn't want her sister to think she was prying. And yet Beth longed to tell Tanya some of the awful secrets in her own life. Like the fact that in all her married life she had not been penetrated by her own husband. Oh yes, she'd teen pregnant when they'd married. A crazy impossible accident. Almost impossible. As she gazed off through the window at the trees on the hill Beth remembered.
Cal had been almost as big then as he was now. Six and a half feet tall. Well over two hundred pounds. Two hundred pounds of muscle and broad shoulders. Cal's girl had given him the gate and since Beth hadn't dated much, they hung together that long ago summer. But there'd been a hitch. Cal was Beth's first cousin. And she hadn't been ready for his passion, his desire for her. They had gotten serious. They went less and less to public places as Cal sought to find the privacy he needed to seduce Beth.
Beth couldn't forget the first time she'd seen Cal's cock. She knew that she was abnormally small in the cunt. Her hymen had been torn in a childhood accident, but even so, it was impossible for her to use a tampon. She could barely squeeze her thumb up into her vaginal opening. She trembled, remembering more, remembering how badly Cal had wanted her. That dark night on the shore of the lake on the blanket.
'What are you thinking about,' Tanya said, putting her teacup down. 'Your face really looked strange.'
'Nothing. Nothing at all.'
'Aw, come on. I'm curious now.'
'No, it's nothing. Really.' Beth went to wash her teacup out in the sink. She wanted to continue her little reverie. It always excited her. The way Cal had moaned and rubbed his huge cock against her naked pussy. He had tried to put it in before but there wasn't room. So during that young and carefree summer Beth had gotten into the habit of letting him rub his glans against her blossomed, juice slickened cunt lips until he came. Cal used a handkerchief then to keep from getting any on her. But that night something different happened.
Cal had grabbed her wrists and pinned her back to the ground as he pumped his cock harder and harder against the yielding swells of her pubes. There had been pain. The head of her cousin's cock had pushed her opening as wide as it would go. He hadn't penetrated her but when his balls exploded their hot sap, the spurts had shot up into Beth's pussy. Two months later she knew the awful truth. She was pregnant, Beth's daughter was delivered a good four months after Cal had married her and they'd moved to another state to hide the truth from gossipy townspeople.
Now Lori was twenty and a beautiful young woman in her own right. She knew nothing of the details of her conception. Nor that her own father was her mother's cousin.
'I guess I'd better go see if Cal is up,' Beth said finally, rinsing her hands in the cold water and wiping them dry. Tanya still looked only half awake. She stretched again and Beth saw a lazy sexuality. She wondered if her sister had normal-sized genitals. She wondered if she had a satisfying sex life now that she was divorced from her first husband. For an instant she almost blurted out what she'd been thinking of. She wanted so badly to share her frustrations with someone. At thirty-five she was still afraid of sex. She still didn't know much about it.
She hurried down the long hall to Cal's bedroom and closed the door behind her.
'Morning honey,' Cal said. He was propped up on a pillow reading. Since they slept in separate bedrooms now, Beth rarely saw him in the nude. She'd forgotten that he always slept that way. Usually she popped in only long enough to give him a gentle shake and ask what he wanted for breakfast.
But this morning he'd awakened early. And there he was. A huge man, one knee bent, the other stuck out straight along the mattress. Beth stared at his cock like it was some magic cobra that could hypnotize her instantly. It rested along his thigh. It was as big around as an ax handle and the partially exposed glans peeked darkly from the opening in his foreskin.
'Com'ere,' he laughed, tossing the book aside. She cringed a little but his fingers closed on her wrist.
'Oh Cal, I can't this morning. Tanya is in the kitchen.'
'So, she can take care of herself. She's a big girl.' He pulled her towards the bed. Beth knew that once he got his lips on her, once he started touching her, she'd be a goner. Because Beth knew she wasn't frigid. She was just scared stiff.
'I need a little breakfast treat,' Cal said, licking his lips. It was the way they always started. He couldn't fuck her, but he could eat her out. And though the times he did always frightened and shocked Beth, she loved it. She sometimes almost fainted from the pleasure. But in receiving so much joy, she knew she was instantly obligated to please her husband in some way. And since she couldn't let him penetrate her pussy, there was only one other thing she knew how to do.
Cal had instructed her in the fine art of fellatio soon after their marriage and escape from Hortonville. He told her that a man needed a certain amount of sex. If she expected him to get it from her, she had to cooperate. Beth had cooperated. She'd suppressed her shock at putting her mouth around a man's prick and let Cal teach her.
He had her on her back now, legs spread. She was stripped of her robe and panties. It always made her feel skinny and exposed. She wished she had a plush, rounded body like her sister Tanya.
'Ohhhh, Cal! Ohhhh, God, honey we shouldn't be doing this in the morning. Tanya is going to know something's happening.'
'Who gives a damn? We're married, aren't we?' He kissed the inside of her thigh in a licking, sexy way. She trembled and felt the muscles around her pussy relax and then convulse tighter. She ran her fingers down her belly. The ridge of her cesarean scar was hidden in a small wrinkle that crossed her abdomen. The doctor had done a good job. The scar was hardly noticeable. She could even wear a bikini without worry. But she hardly ever did.
'Ohhhh baby, you smell good this morning. Nice and funky and hot!' He licked the outer lips of her pussy. The dark hair was quickly matted into curlicues. He licked her slit until it opened. Then he spread her knees back and Beth began to writhe slowly on the bed. She was ashamed of letting herself go. But with Cal she could almost forget any fears. At least for a few moments.
'Honey, Honeeeeee!' she sighed, pumping her boyish hips as he worked his mouth hard against the smoldering, slickened lips of her pussy. There was a sucking sound as he lapped at her more furiously. She could feel her clit bulging out of its hiding place. She could feel his fingers digging into her slender thigh as he stretched the meaty opening even wider to lick every fold and crevice. She pumped her ass in an instinctive fucking motion.
Cal had her spread-eagled now and he was rooting like a hungry dog between her thighs. He knew her so well. He knew exactly the right spots to touch. She felt his tongue pressing up into her hole. The tight, muscular
