'Of course, there'll be no charge for this… er, examination, Betty,' he said, standing there shamelessly in front of her, his slowly relaxing cock all rubbed red from friction and wear. 'And if you feel the need for any further consultation, at any time, don't hesitate to come see me. I've got the proper injection to take care of whatever it is you might need.'
Turning away from him and fumbling to get the door open, Betty Sue rushed out into the hospital hallway, her mind filled with the certain knowledge that she smelled like fucking and that absolutely everyone could smell her pussy scent, and his cock scent, and the mingling fragrances of their different cums. But most of all, the horrible shame she had to endure was the fact that she wasn't wearing panties any more beneath her just slightly wrinkled skirt.
Tears of her shame flowed from her eyes and her blush returned to her face. She was sure that there was a large scarlet letter 'A' firmly branded across her forehead that would stay with her all the way to Hell.
Erik Swensen had a hard-on all day at school. It was massive and throbbing and dominated his every thought. He kept imagining being naked with his pretty aunt and having her croon sweetly to him and just touch the skin of his cock, making it feel better than ever before, pulling his foreskin back of his cockhead, making it swell up even bigger.
His big prick hung heavily over his balls, stretching out the fabric of his pants, all the way home. He so wanted Barbara Jean to be there, so the two of them could pick up where they had left off.
When he got home the house was empty. Slowly, feeling the time drag on, Erik took off all his clothes and folded them up, something he rarely did, while standing completely naked in his bedroom, his heavy cock nagging him more with every passing minute. Still, his aunt did not come back to the house. There was nothing left for him to do except beat off again. He had started the day that way during his morning shower, frantically flicking his fist beneath the cascading water, pretending it was Barbara Jean's hand holding his rampant erection.
Sometimes he thought he might be fucking his fist too often, so he denied himself that pleasure for the afternoon and pulled on his jockey shorts and his tight cut-offs. Then he saw his aunt parking in their driveway.
She got out of the car and looked around, spotting him. Barbara Jean waved gaily before disappearing into the house. Erik just stood still, looking at her and longing to… to do something that was still vague in his mind, but he knew it had something to do with his cock that, at sight of Barbara Jean Crocker, had definitely begun erecting again.
Maybe she wants me to come into the house, he thought, so we can do some more… some more of her touching me, making me feel real good.
'Oh, Aunt Barbara,' he called, 'can you help me? I hurt myself with my board.'
Barbara, only half-dressed in her room where she was hanging up her new clothes, rushed out to see Erik's injury. It was only superficial but she took him into her bathroom and cleaned the contusion as best she could, applying some stinging iodine to the raw spots.
'Oh, thank you,' the teen said, smiling his brightest and most irresistible smile. 'I'm sorry to be such a bother, Aunt Babs.'
'That's all right, Erik,' she said, looking away from his knees to the spot, higher, where her eyes inevitably clung to every male she could get near. My God, she thought, I think he's got an erection. His dick must stay hard all the time. Maybe I could… just.
'I seem to have hurt myself up here, too, Aunt Barbara,' Erik said, touching himself at his groin, feeling desperate enough to use any excuse to get her to touch his dick again, and to hold it like she wanted to just eat it all up.
'Then perhaps I should give you an examination, Erik,' Barbara said, wasting no time in opening his cut-offs and tugging them off over his bare feet. His shorts were tented far out, much bigger than the last time she had seen his thinly covered genitalia that way. She jerked his prick, releasing his cock and his balls from the clingy confines of the cotton briefs.
'Oh,' Barbara gasped, seeing the size, the throbbing, pulse-pounding extent of his erection his ballsac heaving and bobbing, the ovoids inside writhing in turmoil. She took the shaft of his cock in her hand and turned it gently upward, forcing it flat along his trim belly so she could see the underside of it, the ridge line of demarcation dividing the fat, blood-filled shaft. 'Does it hurt here, dear?' she asked, prodding his dick with her other hand, testing its possibilities as she did. 'Or here?' She lifted his balls and cupped them warmly, squeezing them possessively. 'Or here?' She snaked her fingers beneath his balls and stroked over the tiny puckered sweat-slick ring of his anus.
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
