Jason Cannon - The farmer_s daughter

A cloud of indecision passed across his face. "Are you sure that if I let you do what you want to me then I can do anything I want to you?"

"I'm sure," she said, smiling. "Anything you want." Her free hand had been under her nightgown. Now she withdrew it and held it, dripping with the juices from her cunt, in front of his mouth. She then ran her fingers across his lips, leaving a trail of her cunt juice on them.

"Hmmmmm, you taste good, Aunt Gussie," he moaned, smiling and licking the clear, sticky fluid from her fingers. "Is your cunt really as big as Rosebud's? I wanna see it."

"It's as big," she said. "And I'll prove it to you as soon as you let me do what I want first."

Alma had no idea what was going on or what they were talking about. She thought of entering the room and telling Able to forget Aunt Gussie.

She thought of reminding him that her cunt was good and tight and wanted him, so why not fuck her and she would let him do anything he wanted without all the arguments? But the look on his face stopped her. She sensed that he would stay with his aunt no matter what Alma might say. She stayed in the darkness of the hall and watched.

Gussie stood and walked to the fireplace where she had left her bag. As she walked, the gown slithered to the floor, leaving her totally naked. The fresh firmness of her body belied her age. Her asscheeks, like her tits, moved in an easy swaying motion. Her skin was very white but it glowed with a vitality that seemed to flow from every pore. The legs were, like Rosebud's, long and graceful, the asscheeks tautly firm. Her cunt hair was a darker shade than Rosebud's but it wasn't as wiry and it was longer. It hung down between her legs wetly as she walked. Her tits were her most arresting feature. Even though she was an older woman and they were huge, they didn't sag or hang down. They stood out in fleshy pride from her chest, their ends crested by the huge dark areolas that seemed to catch and reflect the light.

She opened her bag and drew something out. It was wrapped in tissue paper. Unwrapping it as she returned to the sofa, Alma could see that it looked like a huge cock.

Other than the resemblance, Alma had no idea what it was or what it was used for. She saw her Aunt loop the belt part of it around her waist and then hook it in front of her. When that was completed Alma almost gasped aloud. She realized then that it was a cock, a huge rubber one, and she also realized what her Aunt was going to do with the instrument.

Able was lying on his back, his eyes staring fixedly at the contraption around his aunt's waist. "Is this all right?" he asked.

"No, honey," she answered. "That's like a girl. I want you to take it the other way. Get on your hands and knees."

He did as she asked. His white asscheeks gleamed as he thrust them toward her. There was fear in his eyes but also a strange look of expectancy.

Gussie mounted him from the rear. She placed the knob of the rubber cock at his asshole and gently nudged. He whined as if in pain and tried to worm his ass out of her way.

"Hold still, you fucker! Hold still and take it, 'cause I'm gonna shove it up you whether you like it or not." Her voice had taken on a hard, angry tone. "I've got it lubricated so it won't hurt you, dammit. Just relax until it gets in you then it'll feel good."

She grabbed him by the hips and held his ass steady as again she put the bulb directly against his asshole. She lunged forward with her hips and Alma saw the knob disappear. Able whimpered again, but before he could move Gussie had reared back and driven the rubber cock two more inches into his shit chute.

"It's okay, baby," she said, reaching underneath him and jacking his cock while she eased the phony one back and forth inside his ass.

Able's cock sprouted at once to full size again under her ministrations. She fisted it harder and ran her hand with ever-increasing speed back and forth on his cock.

"Is it better now, baby?" she asked, panting with her exertions. She was, by now, doing everything – running nearly the full length of the rubber prick in and out of Able's ass, rubbing her mammoth tits across his bare back, and jacking his cock off wit her hand beneath him.

"Go ahead, Aunt Gussie," Able said between clenched teeth, the pain registering clearly on his face. "I want it there if it makes you happier."

"Oh, it does, baby," she said, breathing heavily. "I like to do this to boys, then I can come faster when they do me. A grown man won't let me fuck him in the ass first, won't let me take him down a peg, be his master like this. So, I just don't fuck 'em any more."

"But you'll want to fuck me, won't you, Aunt Gussie?"

"Yes, honey, now I will," she said.

"You don't have to worry about me," he said, "I won't cry. In fact, Aunt Gussie… it… it's almost starting to feel good."

"Tell me," she begged, "tell me what it feels like! What's it feel like to have this big cock of mine goin' in your asshole?" She thrust forward with all her might, burying the cock in Able's ass.

"It's good!" he cried. "I… I almost feel like I'm comin'! I can feel it clear up inside me, crammin' me clear full! Fuck my ass with it, Aunt Gussie! Go ahead, pour your cock to me!"

His lithe hips were responding now, returning Gussie's thrusts with even more powerful ones of his own. She began moving her ass in slow rolling circles, around and around, as she staggered the force of her lunges, sending the big rubber dick inside him just halfway on one stroke and to the hilt on the next.

Then a low, wailing groan started in Able's throat and his whole body started shaking in uncontrolled spasms.

"Aunt Gussie? Aunt Gussie?"

"Yes… yes?" she cried.

"I… I think I'm gonna come!"

"Hold it, if you can! Do you think you can hold it for a little bit, baby?"

"I don't think so… no… no, I can't. I can feel it, it's comin'!"

In one fluid motion Gussie unhooked the strap and, with the huge rigid prick still sticking from his ass, she flipped Able over onto his back. In no time she had taken his cock far into her mouth and started sucking him off. At the same time she placed her hands on the rubber cock and, in time with her bobbing head on his prick, jammed it in and out of his throbbing ass.

When Gussie had turned, she had placed her knees on each side of Able's chest. In this position he could look straight up into his aunt's yawning cunt. In fact, juices from her pussy dripped directly down into his face.

He reached up with his hand and, before entering, while he was just pressed against the cuntlips, he made a fist. Then he pushed against his aunt's cunt, driving his fist with all the force in his arm up into her body. At the same time he lunged upward with his hips, sending the knob of his cock as far as it would go down her throat.

She groaned and gulped, but kept lowering her cunt over his fist until Alma could see only his arm sticking out of her cunt.

Suddenly she realized where she was, what she was seeing, and who she was watching. Terror filled her mind. What she had thought of as a harmless sexual exploration with her brother had turned, right in front of her, into a full-fledged orgy of incestuous relationships.

She heard her Aunt Gussie gasping for air and gagging slightly as Able's cock filled her mouth and throat with cum. The sound was coupled with the slurping, sucking motion of Able's fist pounding in and out of his aunt's clasping cunt.

Turning, tears in her eyes and a sob in her throat, Alma ran up the stairs and into her room. She mumbled to herself as she stumbled around in the darkness. She was no better than they were, she thought, and she knew it. Hadn't she done the same things to her sister? The very same things that Able was now doing downstairs to his aunt? How could she condemn them, when she, herself, had either done or thought about doing all the things they would openly admit to doing.