Beyond Belief: Part 4

Chapter 10

As it turned out, Susan didn't miss all that much.

That's because Suzanne felt like she had the ability to sense if Susan was spying on her or not. She wasn't sure if her sensation was real, but she felt Susan watching for a few minutes and then she felt she wasn't. Alan was almost painfully close to cumming well before Susan had her loud orgasm, due to everything that had happened already, so Suzanne had to use all of her considerable talents to hold him off while making it look good in case Susan was there. But that was difficult to maintain for both of them, and after she sensed that Susan had come and gone, she stopped trying to prolong the joy.

Sure enough, Alan climaxed less than a minute later. She'd been bobbing on his shaft when he started, but she made sure to quickly pull off so most of his load wound up on her face and chest. She wanted to show off her shiny cum streaks to Susan to further tempt her. Then, with his hard-on still shooting of the last weak squirts, she got up and rushed to the door and out into the hallway to see if Susan was there.

To her disappointment, there was no sign of her. She knew that it was possible that Susan could have rushed out of sight if she acted quickly, but there wasn't any smell of female arousal in the air. Even the earlier sex smell was gone.

Suzanne thought, A-ha! My "spider sense" was right after all. I'll bet she was here for a while, but it was just too exciting and scary for her to handle for long. The poor girl. I can't wait until I finish clearing that prudish crap out of her mind, root and branch! She's on the verge of living in an endless sexual utopia with Sweetie and me. Why can't she see that yet?

Suzanne went back to a recovering Alan and explained her hunch that Susan had peeked in on them again, but not for long, and admitted it was only a hunch.

Alan was mentally and physically wrung out from the experience. He didn't have the mental energy to even contemplate the possibility that Susan had spied on him some more. The fact that she'd spied on him earlier was too thrilling for him to contemplate already. He went back to his room and laid on his bed. He wasn't really sleepy since he'd taken his nap earlier, but he needed to chill out for a while.

Suzanne checked the sun deck and hallway for any signs of sexual activity. She didn't find any except for a wet spot on the plastic seat Alan had been sitting on. She cleaned that up and then went downstairs and got some air freshener. She sprayed it around the hallway and deck, just to be on the safe side. She took her clothes off the hallway floor, but still didn't put them back on.

With that all accomplished and the danger of getting "busted" greatly reduced, she still had to deal with his cum on her face and chest. She sat in front of Alan's prone, resting body, and gave him a sultry smile. "Aaaah ... This is my favorite part of the clean-up process. Now, what should I do with all your cum? It's too delicious to go to waste. Besides, we don't want any of your seed to touch the ground and trigger an Onanistic crisis." She knowingly winked at him, since neither of them shared Susan's belief about the "sin of Onan." She swept up a cum gob off her left breast and brought a cummy finger to her mouth. "That just leaves me one very tasty disposal choice." She sucked her finger clean.

He groaned with a mixture of lust and dismay. "Oh, man! Aunt Suzy, please! It's like you're trying to sex me to ****. Are you SURE you're not at least part succubus?"

She joked, "Well, if you must know, I am one-eighth succubus, due to a certain adventure my mother's father had on the astral plane."

He thought, Man, I could almost believe it, too. It's not just that she's so beautiful; she has a ravenous sexual appetite! I think I'm in waaaay over my head trying to juggle multiple women, especially with one of them being her. But, by God, if I'm going to collapse from exhaustion before long, what a great way to go!

She proceeded to consume the rest of his cum right in front of him, while giving a running account of how much she enjoyed it, how much she wanted him to blast another load on her, and other such titillating comments. She was trying to get him erect again.

But it was not to be. He really was down for the count for a while.

Eventually, she let him be. She put the air freshener away and went to Susan's room to see what her best friend was doing. She thought it would help Susan process what had happened if the two of them could talk about it for a while afterwards. But Susan was still in the middle of her long shower, and while the two of them didn't have much of a sense of privacy with each other, she thought it would be going too far to interrupt a shower.

Suzanne knew that Susan's frequent showers lately were just a fig-leaf for her masturbation sessions. So she figured, correctly, this would be a very long shower indeed. As a result, she finally put her clothes back on and then headed back home. It was getting late and she had to cook dinner for her family.

After Susan's shower finished, she went to her bed and just laid on it, just as Alan was still doing in his room. She felt vaguely dissatisfied. She told herself that she should pat herself on her back by resisting temptation and managing to stop spying on Alan and Suzanne after just a couple of minutes, but that felt more like defeat that victory. She didn't know what she wanted or how to feel.

Susan had grown up in an environment where a strict and literal interpretation of the Bible provided all the answers and left few grey areas. She felt extremely uneasy about such uncertainty, or even having a clear sense of what was right and what was wrong.

Ron called home a few minutes before six, exactly as expected. It took a little longer before Katherine came home, which was unusual. But Katherine did to go to mall with Amy to buy more sexually-revealing clothes to help stimulate Alan, just as Suzanne had said. And once they got started shopping, they didn't want to stop. They ended up calling both Susan and Suzanne respectively to say that they would eat at the food court in the mall, which they did.

Ron, Susan, and Alan ate dinner together that evening. There was a tension in the air, although they all were in denial about it. Susan and Alan were having issues with Ron and Ron was having issues with them, but nobody seemed willing to directly talk about it. Plus, they had sexual desires and feelings they were trying hard not to think about during dinner. As a result, everyone mostly picked at their bell peppers stuffed with risotto, even though it was one of Susan's most popular recipes.

Chapter 11

That night, Susan and Ron went to see a movie. Alan chose to stay at home, since he didn't want to be with Ron any more than necessary. He was left all alone, since Katherine and Amy were still at the mall, still shopping up a storm.

It was a fortunate decision for Alan. Mere minutes after Ron and Susan went out the door, Suzanne let herself in. She knew of the movie plans and had watched and waited very impatiently until their car left.

Suzanne had a natural flair for the dramatic. She came over dressed in a muumuu, throwing it off after she got in the door. Underneath she wore something that Daisy Duke from 'The Dukes of Hazzard' TV show might have worn, except that even Daisy would have been too modest to wear it.

Alan was sitting on a sofa in the living room watching TV. He got up and went to the foyer to have a closer look.

Suzanne was unusually embarrassed at first, because these were not the kind of clothes she would normally consider wearing, even if she wanted to look extremely provocative. The outfit simply screamed 'trailer trash, ' which the sophisticated and cultured Suzanne certainly was not. She hoped that Alan was into costumes and role-plays, but she didn't know if he was.

It didn't help that he just stood there and gawked.

She pressed ahead, breaking the silence with a Southern drawl. "Howdy, stranger. I'm thinking that someone in this-here house has been lackin' in visual stimulation lately. Am I right?"

"Holy fucking crap, Aunt Suzy! You are so right!" He was so excited that his boner sprang out of his short shorts, snaking down his left thigh on its own volition.

Suzanne wore cut-off jeans which were quite short in the front, but even shorter in the back. In fact, in the back it almost seemed as if she wore a G-string made out of blue denim fabric. Her top was a light green sleeveless pullover that she'd cut away from below, right up to the nipple line, so that it covered her only from neck to nipples. Any slight movement on her part would cause the fabric to ride all the way up her boobs. As she modeled the outfit for him, she used her upper arms to strategically push her boobs further forward and out. It made her look so top heavy that he was half-convinced gravity would **** her to fall forward at any moment.

Since he knew he was alone with Suzanne, and his erection was poking out anyway, he unzipped his fly and grasped his rod. "Dang, Aunt Suzy! You're the sexiest thing I've ever seen!"

She smiled, greatly encouraged by his enthusiasm. She went on in her fake Southern accent, "I've been a-thinkin' that someone in this-here house is way overdue for a good ol' cocksuckin'. What do ya think about that-there idea, partner? I reckon that's yer third leg you're holdin' there. Looks like it could use a good tongue bath. I bet it would look real purdy with a lipstick ring way down at the root, too. How 'bout it, mister?"

She said all of this with the most exaggerated Southern accent she could conjure up, and she was very good with accents. As if that wasn't stimulation enough, she moved one of her hands to her breasts, which instantly became uncovered, and her other hand to her crotch, where she began stroking herself beneath her shorts. "I'm so doggone horny, it's right lucky there ain't no farm animals in sight," she drawled as she tried to keep a straight face.

He was so excited that he nearly creamed then and there. In fact, he ran to his room to give himself a chance to cool down some, saying, "See you in my room in a few minutes, partner," as he sped off. He would have loved to banter back in this manner for a while, using a Southern accent of his own, but he was **** to retreat instead so he wouldn't lose it completely and ejaculate before the fun really started.

He sat in his room and drew upon the most unarousing thoughts he could come up with, just to calm down a bit.

Suzanne soon came in. She had a way of swishing her hips when she walked that sprouted boners wherever she went, but in these short shorts she was so sexy that she could practically be arrested for disturbing the peace, had anyone but Alan seen the stirring sight.

Alan said, "Phew! You win the Best Visual Stimulation Ever award! I'd love to banter, but I'm so ready. Please do me now!"

"Who?" she asked innocently. "Lil' ol' me? I just luuuuve to suck me a cock, don'tcha know? Any cocks here that need a-suckin'? Oh, here's one!" She dropped the accent and the role and got down to what she loved the most lately: slurping and licking his stiff bone.

"Oh yes! Oh yes! So good! So good!" he screamed, safe in the knowledge that for once the house was completely empty.

He tried his best to endure, but he couldn't last for long in the face of such an erotic ****. Her tongue was so long and agile that it seemed to wrap completely around his erection, though it mostly just seemed that way since not even Suzanne was capable of such a feat.

After about a minute, she let go and pulled back. "Hey there, partner, don't you be gettin' too worked up now, hear? I reckon I's just gettin' started."

"Oh, man!"

She dropped her accent and her role to ask him, "What, are you that bummed I stopped? Remember what Akami said about how you need both quality and quantity?"

"No, it's not that. I'm not bummed; I'm over the moon PSYCHED! I mean, it's not just what you're doing here with the role-play and all. That's awesome enough. But it's what this means for the future! You and I are gonna have soooo much fun that it's simply unbelievable!"

She grinned a bit wolfishly, now that she understood. "That's right. I feel the exact same way." She playfully flicked her long tongue at the tip of his cockhead. "I love having this kind of fun with you. We're gonna do it over and over and over again. And hopefully Susan will be right there with us. Do you like role-plays?"

"Oh, MAN! I love 'em! Like when you pretended to be Mom on the phone this afternoon. That was so arousing it's unreal!"

She grinned at him even more hungrily. Suddenly, her Southern accent was back. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? I never met me a big ol' honkin' fat cock like this I didn't luv to give a little suckin'!"

She went back at it, expertly using her tongue and lips, and sometimes her fingers too. But she was more careful this time not to get him too excited too fast. The minutes passed in seemingly endless pleasure for both of them.

He was glad to know that the rest of his family was at the movies because it gave him the freedom to cry out. But after just a few more minutes, he unexpectedly felt his ejaculation coming on. Within seconds, the urge to climax welled up inside him and grew unbearable, and it was too late for his PC muscle trick. So he yelled at the top of his lungs, "YES! GOD YES! SUCK IT!"

Cum pumped from his cock and down her throat. He guessed that most women probably stopped sucking and licking at that point and just swallowed the rest. But not Suzanne. If anything, she redoubled her efforts. She sucked on him so hard that he thought she might pull it out completely by the root, or turn it inside-out. Her hand never stopped jacking him off either, until she'd wrung the last drop of cum from him.

It was that kind of extra effort that made her blowjobs truly awe-inspiring. She hadn't given such treatment to all of her previous lovers, or even many of them, and even then she'd saved a lot of tricks for use only on special occasions. But she loved Alan so much that she wanted him to have an extraordinary experience every single time.

After he'd shot his seed into her mouth and she'd thoroughly "cleaned" his cock until it was too sensitive to touch, the two of them rested.

Chapter 12

In her normal scratchy voice, she teased him, "I leave you alone for a couple of hours, and this is what happens. Horrible, horrible cum buildup and a quick trigger. You hardly lasted a minute there." She winked, since they both knew it was a good deal longer than that. "Okay, so it was barely more than five minutes, and I've already learned you can do a lot better than that. I'd hate to see your reaction if I were gone for a whole day! Isn't anyone taking care of you?"

He replied with a great big smile, "Well, yeah: you! How can you forget what happened on the sun deck? I don't think it was even two hours ago. I'm still kind of walking on air from that."

"Not that, silly. I mean any help other than me. Has anyone else helped you lately?"

He thought, Hmmm, it's better not to mention what had happened - and what's going to happen - with Sis. She might not even mind. In fact, after what happened today, between her talk about Brenda and what happened with Mom, I wouldn't be surprised if she actually applauded that. How great would that be?! But I can't be sure. It's safer to wait a little while until there's no turning back, and then tell her.

He said honestly, "Well, not counting what happened this afternoon with you, the last time I got any help was last night with you and Mom. I had to take things in hand myself twice before school."

"You poor thing. **** to **** yourself because your mean old mother doesn't help enough while your father is in town. I'm looking every day for a chance to come over, but with Ron around this is the best I can do."

Then in a playful but chastising tone, she complained, "However, I expect better from you. More staying power. Can you do it again? I just happen to know their movie is exactly one hour and thirty-seven minutes long."

"Can I do it again?" he asked incredulously. "With you dressed like that, that's like asking 'Does a bear shit in the woods?' God, yes!"

"Dressed like what?" She stood up and turned around, then backed her butt up almost into his nose.

He reached out and stroked her pale, firm butt cheeks, sometimes going over the rough blue-jeans fabric too. "Like this. I know you're always dressing in power suits and nice clothes and stuff, so to dress like trailer trash just to help get me hard really says something. I think it shows how much you love me."

With his fingers trying to pry under the fabric deep in her ass crack, he said with complete sincerity, "I love you, Aunt Suzy. You're the greatest. And I'm the luckiest guy alive."

Her heart fluttered with delight to hear him say that. However, she wasn't good with that kind of "mushy" language, so she tried to make light of the moment. She laughed, and then turned around to make eye contact. "You are that, for sure. But 'I love you' ... Are you just saying that? What do you mean? ... You love my blowjobs?" She reached down and resumed fondling his flaccid penis, as if to emphasize her point.

He knew that she tended to shy away from emotional declarations, but he felt so strongly about her that he stared right into her eyes and repeated his comment in a way she couldn't easily brush off. "I mean just that. I. Love. You. I know I haven't shown my feelings very well in the past, but I'm proud to say it. I mean I love you, in all ways!"

She practically swooned, she was so emotionally overcome. THIS! This is why I love my Sweetie so much! If any other guy were to say that to me, I'd think he's just trying to get in my pants. But I know my cutie means it, because he's loved me like he loves Susan ever since he was in diapers! Sure, he wants to fuck me too, but he loved me long before he even knew what fucking was. His love has grown and evolved, but never wavered. Just like my love for him started all those years ago and never wavered either. Sweetie, you're the only man I could ever truly love, and I love you with all my heart!

However, she was shy to verbally express herself as freely as he did. She just nodded and smiled.

He was frustrated by that non-answer, but he continued anyway. "Sexually, hell yeah. But also as a friend, and as a person, in every way. It's not just the handjobs and blowjobs, although those don't hurt!"

He laughed, and then got serious again. He ran a hand adoringly through her wild, curly red hair. "You've always been so kind and good to me, ever since I was a baby. I'm so lucky you're in my life. You've been so caring for me that you're practically like my second mother. If that's not love, then I don't know what is."

"Oh Alan!" she exclaimed, suddenly dizzy with happiness, thanks to his obviously sincere and loving words. She'd been around the block with many men, but she felt giddy, as if he were her first crush. She was so emotionally moved that she let herself say, "My Sweetie! I love you too! In all those ways too!"

To his great surprise, she kissed him right on his lips, and even slid her tongue into his mouth. Within seconds, they were madly French kissing.

Alan felt like he'd touched an electrified fence, because thrills and chills ran all through his body in response to the kiss. For one thing, Suzanne had been acting like this was a completely forbidden activity, and now it wasn't. He decided not to ask why she'd changed her stance, for fear that she might have second thoughts and change it again. But he also was electrified because the kissing seemed like love and not just sex.

In addition, the kissing was extremely arousing in terms of pure physical pleasure. Suzanne's extra long tongue wasn't just made for blowjobs, but was great for kissing too. Sometimes, it probed so far in his mouth that he wanted to laugh. It almost felt like an eel, but in a very good way.

All of this was so very arousing that his dick soon fully revived. However, they were both so into the kissing that what happened to his penis was of little importance at the moment. Suzanne noticed when it got erect, and she did rub herself against it from time to time, but her hands were busy either with holding Alan's head in place for kissing or with caressing his face.

They kissed for many minutes. Her tiny top was already up around her shoulders, having ridden up during the blowjob, but she pulled it the rest of the way off.

His hands joyfully roamed all over her body. As usual, though, when he had such opportunities with Suzanne, "all over" meant an intense focus on her chest, some ass fondling, and little exploration elsewhere, since he knew she didn't want him to touch her pussy. But she loved it just the same.

As they kept necking, he thought, Incredible! Aunt Suzy, this goddess, this totally perfect, fully mature and voluptuous goddess ... she seems to really love me! And not just like an aunt. She really loves me, like a lover! It's so exciting that I'm almost dizzy!

At one point, he asked between kisses, "Aunt Suzy, what's the deal with your tongue?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, just that it's so damn long. It can do all kinds of things a normal tongue can't do. It's just insanely long!"

She chuckled. "Yeah? So what's your question?"

"I don't know. It's just ... Well, for one thing, where have you been hiding it all these years?"

She chuckled some more. "I haven't really been hiding it. But how many people make a point of sticking their tongue out all the way? Do you?"

"Good point. But ... dang! What a great, unexpected bonus for me. That's like a tongue genetically perfected for working on cocks. And it's great for kissing too. It's such an arousing thought, I don't dare even think about it very much, if you know what I mean."

"Mmmm!" She licked her way up and down his neck, making sure to demonstrate the length of her tongue as she did so. "For working on 'cock, ' not 'cocks.' Your cock!" She finally took his boner in her hands and started stroking it in earnest. "You don't have to worry about me having any more of those stupid affairs. This is where I belong. With you."

"Really?!"

She rolled her eyes, but playfully. "Yes, really. I know I'll have to share you with Susan, plus others to come. But you're the only man I want or need."

"'Others?!'"

"Yes, others. Believe me, you'll love my vision of a sexual utopia. Note that I said 'only man.' You and I are going to be drowning in beautiful babes, starting with your mother!"

That was so exciting that he was nearly on the verge of hyperventilating, especially given the way she was steadily pumping a hand up and down his shaft.

She chuckled. "Calm down. Take a deep breath. Then, tell me everything that happened between you and your mom last night before I came in. The more I know, the better I can teach her."

He panted, "Teach her? Teach her what?"

"Teach her how to fall passionately in love with you and your cock, that's what! And I don't mean motherly love - I mean carnal love. Luckily, we're more than halfway there. She's totally obsessed with your cock already; it's just that she's in denial about it."

"Oh, man!" he grunted lustily. Already, he was so worried that he was going to cum again that he reached down and tried to remove Suzanne's hand from his hot pole.

However, she refused to budge, or even stop stroking him. "Come on, big boy. Buck up and deal with it. You're in the big leagues now. I'm teaching and training you too, you know."

"You are? How?"

"I must say, you already have pretty impressive stamina and recuperative abilities, especially for a virgin. That's a big, unexpected bonus. However, with every orgasm you have with me, I'll train you to last a little longer, to handle a little more pleasure. If you think you're man enough for Susan AND me, you're going to have to turn into the super stud I keep claiming that you already are."

He shook his head in astonishment at the future she seemed to anticipate for him. He asked, "Before I answer that question you asked about Mom, can I ask you one?"

"Sure. Shoot."

"You keep talking about my mom with all these tantalizing sexual hints, which is great. But do you ever feel jealous about her and me? Like, this afternoon, when I was praising her a lot while you were pretending to be her, did that bother you even a tiny bit?"

"Maybe a teeny tiny bit, but not really. For one thing, I think my boobs are a bit bigger and a bit nicer." She smiled and laughed at that. "But the thing is, I know how much you love her, and also how much you desire her. That was written on your face long before any of this began."

"Really?! Even the desire part?!"

"Yes, but only to someone like me, who knows you as well as I do and sees even the subtle little looks you give her when you think she doesn't notice. Anyway, I knew that AND I knew how strongly you've loved and lusted for me too. It's silly to quibble about whether you might love one of us a tiny smidgen more, because your feelings are way off the charts for both of us. I consider Susan and me to be your sexual support team, even though she doesn't really realize that yet."

"Wow. You're incredible. You're way too good to me." He looked down at her sliding fingers, which were virtually coated in pre-cum. Ain't that the truth?! Man! "I just want you to know that everything I said about her, all that praise, that could just as easily have been said about you. You're both so similar, especially body-wise. And you both have hearts of gold. It's just that Mom wears hers on her sleeve, and you hide yours under your jaded, worldly exterior. However, you're a total sweetheart deep down, and I know it!"

Suzanne mock-cursed him. "Damn you! You're just so fucking lovable!"

He was concerned for a second, until he realized that she wasn't mad at him at all, and in fact it was just the opposite.

She repositioned, bringing her face closer to his crotch. "Look at what you're making me do. How can I NOT lick your cock after you say mushy crap like that?" She blew her minty breath directly on his sweet spot, making him shiver. "Now, while I get busy with this incorrigible beast, tell me what happened with your mom last night, the part where I wasn't there." Then she settled down and started licking, with a non-stop focus on that very same spot.

Alan explained in great detail how he had walked in on Susan as she was finishing her shower. His arousal level rose even higher as he recalled the events.

Suzanne actually ended up stroking his erection most of the time while he talked. She wanted to lick him or even suck on him, but after just a couple of minutes of that it became clear that he wouldn't last long if she kept that up. She knew they had plenty of time until the others got home, and she wanted to make every minute count. Plus, he was hardly able to string a coherent sentence together, much less tell the whole story, until she let up on him.

Still, they were having great fun. The resulting slower and more relaxed approach was actually a nice change of pace for both of them.

When he got to the point where Suzanne had entered the bedroom, she said, "Nice story. I thought you'd messed up in some way, but apparently she had just gotten a little skittish. It happens sometimes. I have to admire your assertiveness. I hope we see more of that from you. Fortune favors the bold. Never forget it."

"I just basically did what you told me," he admitted.

Suzanne glanced down at his boner and gave it a friendly kiss right at the top of his cockhead. As she slid her fingers all over his shaft, she continued, "True, but you did do it, and you did it well. That said, you know what I really like? How Susan never put on her clothes through all of that. Think about it: she was in her bathroom and then in her bedroom. There are towels everywhere, not to mention cabinets and closets full of clothes all over the place. She sat on her bed and didn't even try to cover up with a sheet or a pillow. She's no rocket scientist, but she's not dumb either. If she didn't think of covering up, it's because at some level she didn't want to. The fact is, she WANTS to be naked for you. In fact, she wore just high heels because she knew you'd love that. Don't listen to her verbal protests in a situation like that; look at her body."

He joked, "Well, if you insist, I'll **** myself to check her out."

Suzanne mercilessly rubbed his most sensitive spot to "punish him" for his joke. She grinned. "You do that. Did you see how much she was dripping? Her pussy, I mean. Give her a couple more days, tops, and she'll be back to slurping on your pole. Hell, I'll bet you she'll be wrapping those red lips of hers around your Johnson even before Ron leaves. Can you just picture that? Imagine your mother kissing your father while the taste of your semen is still in her mouth. Kinky!"

He groaned while looking down at what her hands were doing to his hard-on. "Aunt Suzy, please stop saying such things! If you go on like that, I'm gonna have a quick trigger again."

She had a wicked gleam in her eye. "Okay. But that reminds me. True, I was trying to arouse you last night when I said you had surprising endurance, but despite my teasing about the occasional quick trigger, you really do. I AM really impressed with what you've accomplished with your PC muscle control in such a short time. You're a quick learner. We've got a long time until the others come back, so let's work on your endurance some more."

She sucked him to orgasm again, but this time they took over an hour to do it. She kept him right on the edge, always aware of just when to pull back and let him retreat from the precipice.

For the first time, Alan felt his PC muscle exercises really paying dividends. She worked with him on perfecting his endurance. They talked a lot about what they were feeling and doing, so he'd be able to recognize the signs of imminent orgasm in the future.

She taught him to warn her when he was getting close, and then they would take a break until he was ready to go again. When that happened, she was able to rest her jaw and hands so she could keep going too. In addition, she was getting to know his non-verbal cues very well. For instance, she was learning to distinguish subtle differences of meanings in his erotic moans.

To his great delight, some of the breaks they took so his dick could recover turned into more prolonged necking and kissing sessions. He was somewhat incredulous those were supposed to be considered breaks, since he remained incredibly aroused. She often jacked him off during such "breaks," or at least rubbed her beautiful body against his erection. He was impressed at her stamina too, since her hands and mouth seemingly never stopped doing something or another to him.

Somewhere along the line her Daisy Duke shorts came off, and she gave him the green light that he was free to touch her anywhere at all, without exception. That eventually led to his fingers pistoning in and out of her cunt and anus until his hands were sore, often doing both holes at the same time.

He figured the little anal fingering trick he'd learned from Akami worked so well on Susan that he should try it on Suzanne too. But Suzanne taught him some more about the importance of hygiene whenever touching a woman's anus. She wouldn't let his fingers that had been in there touch her anywhere else until he washed his hands again.

He kept her on the edge too, and then pushed her over it so that she had orgasm after orgasm. In fact, she had more orgasms than she'd ever had before in such a short interval. True, she'd had better lovers, but it was the fact that she was deeply in love with Alan, but hadn't been with any of those others (except her husband Eric, early in her marriage), that made the main difference.

His fingering of her was almost a defensive move, because he found that driving her to the brink of climax was about the only way he could get her distracted enough to actually stop stimulating his boner for a while. His dick desperately needed these breaks for a real chance to recover a little bit.

Suzanne's lust was largely driven my her extremely needy pussy, and she was sorely tempted to let him fuck her. However, she wasn't ready to have him go that far just yet, purely because of the continuing long-term danger of getting caught. She realized that at the very least she had to wait until Susan's husband was gone, or else the odds of getting caught would be too high. Opportunities like this movie night were extremely rare, and once she started she didn't want to get fucked only every once in a while. In fact, she knew she'd want it every day, and that just wasn't possible until Susan's sexual attitudes evolved much more to permit that.

However, Alan's control over his dick still needed a lot of work. At one point, Suzanne was stroking his shaft and everything seemed under control, but a second later he was firing his cum straight up into the air. He'd passed the point of no return and couldn't even focus on exercising his PC muscle.

Suzanne acted quickly. As she kept jacking him off, she aimed his cum at her huge boobs. "Cum on me! I want you to cover me in your cum!"

He felt dizzy watching his centerfold-worthy aunt tilt her head back and bask in his rain of cum like it was some kind of manna from Heaven. She alternated between opening her mouth wide for the cum to fall in it, and smiling from ear to ear, like she was having the time of her life.

Chapter 13

After his orgasm ended, he complained, "That's kind of unfair. I mean, what you do with your hands and your mouth is just so great. That gets me off, big time. But then, whenever you have your mouth free, you're always saying the most insanely sexy stuff. That double whammy is unstoppable. And then there's the 'visual stimulation' factor. It's a triple whammy, really. You're such a relentless cock drainer that it's almost cruel. And what about your extra long tongue? That makes you a quadruple threat. Not only that-"

She cut him off and pointed out, "But look what you did. True, we had lots and lots of breaks, but you kept going for a whole hour without cumming, if you count the time between your two orgasms. Trust me, that's really unusual. I'm actually wondering how you manage it."

He explained, "Well, the thing is, when I'm having fun with you like this it's so great that I never want it to end. Literally. I wish we could go on for days and days. When I finally cum, it's like popping a balloon. The party's over. I'll do anything to keep the party going. I really, really, REALLY fight that urge to blow my load."

As she ate his cum off her chest and face, she pointed out, "A lot of guys would like to say the same thing, but when it comes to it, they can't stop or even take a short break to save their life. I think I'm just too much woman for some guys. And then there are the clueless ones. I've known guys that look pretty hunky, but are content to coast on appearance. Let's just say they think that five minutes is impressive."

He winked. "Sucks to be them. Though I can definitely relate to the ones who think you're too much woman to handle. The only reason I can handle you is because I grew up with you. It's like I've been inoculated to your sexiness, just to the point where I still remember to breathe. Actually, I owe everything to you. You're teaching me to be a good lover. I think we need to practice some more."

"Whoa. Recovered already? I just love eighteen-year-old boys!"

"No," he said, "but I will be soon, if you keep that up."

"Keep what up?"

"The way you're eating my cum! Damn, that's arousing! You run your long fingers through the pearly streaks on your face or breasts, and you look like you're having a grand ol' time just doing that."

"I am," she said happily. She ran several fingers through a heavily splattered region on the upper slopes of her great tits.

He winced, because it was almost too arousing a sight to see. "But then you suck your fingers clean in such an arousing way that I can hardly stand it. You close your eyes and make this orgasmic face and practically suck your finger like it's a tiny penis. And if that isn't too much already, you make these amazing erotic moans as you do it!"

She grinned impishly. "Hey, what can I say? I love your cum." She swiped up a gob off her eyebrow and then licked her finger clean even more ostentatiously than before, with an extra loud and sultry moan, just to tease him some more. "Talking about unexpected bonuses, when I agreed to help you, I never thought your cum would taste this sweet. Do you survive entirely on raw cookie dough or something?"

They both chuckled at that.

But it wasn't long before he resumed groaning needfully, due to the way she continued to consume his cum right off her skin. "I'd almost ask you to stop, but the alternative is possibly even worse! Seeing you sitting there with my cum dripping down your face and tits, and you're as pleased as a pig in mud! It's like you're proudly wearing my cum, well, almost like you like it there!"

"I do! I wish Susan were here to see this. I'm trying to get her to enjoy your cum as much as I do. I'm teaching her the joy of a nice facial. Mark my words: before long, she'll be wearing your cum on her face with pride."

"Argh!" He was frustrated, but he totally loved it too. He looked down at his dick and saw it starting to rise. "See? See what you do to me? This is a vicious cycle. I cum on you, then watching you either eat it all up or keep it on your face is so arousing that I get hard and you make me cum again, not to mention the sexy things you say. I just keep cumming and cumming and cumming!"

She cradled his rising erection in her hands and said with mock dismay, "That sounds just terrible! Terrible! But such is our cruel fate. Let's suffer together." She engulfed his cockhead and suckled on it, letting it continue growing to full size in her mouth.

She had the timing of her visit worked out down to the minute, to maximize their time together. She jacked him off and sucked him off for yet a third time.

Eventually, she looked at a clock on the wall, and said, "I hate to say this, but they should be coming home soon. We'll need to wrap this up. Where would you like to cum? On my chest? My face? Down my throat? Somewhere else?"

"My God, what great options! Um, face!" He was already letting up on his PC muscle resistance, so as soon as he said that, his cum started to fire.

When he was done, Suzanne looked down at herself and chuckled. "Just look at me! Somehow, I knew you were going to say that."

He sheepishly admitted, "Yeah, well, you still have all that cum on your tits, and I kinda wanted to see a matching paint job on your face. I'm sorry. Like I said earlier, seeing your face painted with my cum really turns me on."

"Sorry? Why be sorry?"

"Women aren't into that, right? That's what I've heard. At best they tolerate it, because they know guys like it."

Suzanne admitted, "I'll concede that was true for me in the past. And I suppose a lot of women do feel that way, maybe even most. But with you, it's different somehow. Partly, I think it's because your cum tastes so great. It's fun, like you've been spraying me with a can of tasty whipped cream. I've been with guys who tasted awful, and let's just say getting rid of that was a problem. But also, I don't know ... Somehow, the fact that it's you that's doing it ... It's different."

"Why is it different with me?"

She groaned with frustration, because that was the last thing she wanted him to ask. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him, but she wasn't good at being open about such feelings, even though they'd been talking earlier about their love for each other. Instead she said, "I don't know. It just is, okay?" To change the conversation, she licked a large gob of cum from her chin and made a big production out of swallowing it. "Mmmm! That is so good! Would you like some?"

"What? Are you kidding me? No!"

"Your loss," she snickered, and ate some more. "You have no idea how good this stuff tastes. It's a nice, unexpected bonus for me. I almost wish it didn't taste so good, because once the word gets out, you'll have women lining up around the block to take turns sucking you off. Maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it really is damn tasty."

He whimpered as he pictured that scenario.

The two of them quickly cleaned up and used air freshener to cover the traces of their activities. Both were so sticky and sweaty that they had to take quick showers.

She got her Daisy Duke clothes from his room, slipped the jeans shorts back on (but not the top), and finally turned to leave.

He said, "Wait a sec, Aunt Suzy. Can you just stand like that for a minute? I want to admire your remarkable backside and take a mental picture."

"Anything for you, Sweetie." She wiggled her butt suggestively as she stood by his door.

All she had on was the tiny mockery of cut-off jeans. And to please him further, she pulled them up with her hand, which caused them to ride even further up her ass crack.

He also noted that somehow, after everything they had just done together, she still managed to wear high heels.

Ever since he'd begun his 'medical treatment, ' she had rarely been in his sight without high heels on her feet. That was one of the things about her that turned him on so much. If nothing else, it showed a remarkable dedication to pleasing him. About the only times he'd seen her without heels lately were when she was completely naked and on a bed or some place like that where heels could be a problem.

"Damn, you are one healthy woman, do you know that?" he enthused. "And Daisy. I can't wait to see her and her cocksuckin' ways again."

"Cocksuckin'?" Suzanne turned her head around and used her Southern drawl again. "Someone in these here parts mention a cocksuckin'? Why, I'd just die for a mouth-waterin', tit-jigglin', twat-tinglin', friendly neighborly cocksuckin'! It's been nearly ten minutes since my last one, and that's far too long. Everybody in town says I's the best cocksucker around, and that's no boastin', just plain factualizin'. Why, my pappy says I's better at cocksuckin' than I is at fuckin', and he should know firsthand about both, better than anybody! Even all my brothers say Daisy's better at cocksuckin' than any of her sisters, and that's sayin' a lot, since us Duke women win the Annual Lower East Podunk County Cocksucking Festival prize every single year! That's 'cos we get so much practice at home. Ain't that the truth, Sweetie?"

"Enough!" cried Alan. "You're driving me wild and my dick hurts already! I beg you: don't make it hard again."

But Suzanne was having too much fun to stop. "I hate to boast, but, why, I'll bet there ain't a single man in the whole county who won't tell you from hands-on experience what a good cocksucker I is. Even at school, the principal made me a special allowance so I could take all my classes lyin' on a bed instead of a-sittin' in one of them uncomfortable chair thingies. That's so's how the other students and teachers can have one cock or another in my mouth all day long, and yet another one up my cute lil' cunny. Can't be forgettin' my bum hole, neither. Why, it's gotten so's that I can hardly think straight unless all three of my holes are gettin' pumped full of somethin'. That's a Duke women tradition, it is, them beds at school. I never use one of them chairs for nuthin', on account of people always makin' me lie down and get fucked, if'n I wanna or not. Course, I almost always wanna."

She drawled, "Doesn't matter what I think, though. The town council passed an ordinance, all special for me and us Duke women. Says the **** laws don't count for us, but instead we's committin' a crime if'n we refuse to be fucked at any time by anybody. Don't even know why I ever bother wearin' these here shorts, since it's likely least three different folks'll take 'em off before I even reach school in the mornin'. Always late to most everythin', I is, on account of being fucked so much by passin' strangers."

Alan, to his amazement, found his dick hard yet again, even though he'd had three orgasms in the last hour and a half. He immediately began to stroke it.

She continued in her delightful Southern drawl, "Course, we Dukes just have one big bed back at the ranch. 'Bout as wide as a cornfield, that bed is, but it's plowin' season every day on that bed. Why, it gets just plain confusin', that big bed does, tryin' to reckon who's plowin' who. I never can tell if that tongue up my ass belongs to my mammy, one of my sisters, my aunties, the neighbors, or just one of them many strange folk passin' through. And there's a tongue up there I reckon just about all the time, unless of course there's a cock fillin' the hole instead. Always a tongue somewhere on me, anyhow."

She took over the stroking of his erection. "Yes siree, we Dukes sure know how to have fun. Speakin' a-which, lookee at this cock raaaght here. Bet it could use some powerful cocksuckin' this very moment. 'Course, I noticed most cocks do. 'Bout the only thing I learnt in school, now that I think about it. So many special classes set up just for me and my sisters, with the word 'cocksuckin'' somewhere in the title."

She brought her mouth closer to his crotch. "Too bad I gotta run, 'cos looks like this-here cock would darn near split me in two. Gotta go to the big McCoy orgy tonight. Mammy and pappy wanna fuck me in front of all the neighbors again, like they always do. Says we gotta show them McCoys who's the closest, fuckingest family in these here parts."

She flicked her exceedingly long tongue at his cock, driving him crazy by just failing to reach it. "Since I gotta skeedaddle, just stop by the ranch sometime and say howdy to me with yer big prick. Why, it's hardly a proper hello without at least one thorough fuckin' down my tight little love hole, don'tcha reckon? I'd be right offended if y'all didn't give me a good 'hello' fuck, plus a 'goodbye' one too! Besides, once y'all see my sexy mama and all my sexy, naked sisters, you're gonna wanna spend all day there, just fuckin' and suckin' 'em all. That's true Southern hospitality for ya. See ya!"

She winked and hurried out of the room, leaving him groaning with desire and a hot and throbbing hard-on.

She threw on her long coat, which she'd earlier left by the front door, making it back to her house just minutes before Katherine and Amy came back to their respective homes from the mall. (They had known about the movie plans, so they'd tried to maximize their shopping time.) Ron and Susan returned from the movie only a few minutes after that.

Alan was actually glad Suzanne hadn't made him cum one more time, because he could tell instinctively that his penis had reached its limit. He had to rush to the bathroom and take a quick cold shower even as everyone else started to mill about the house.

He felt relatively normal again after showering, and he was happy to have his penis flaccid, for once. However, there was a strange ache deep in his ass that he couldn't explain. He figured maybe it had something to do with an overworked prostate gland, or perhaps with all the exercise that his PC muscle had gotten.

As he brushed his teeth while preparing to go to bed, he thought, Aunt Suzy is a true wonder. Forget her looks for a minute. How many women can do the things she can do, and all at once, no less?! For instance, faking accents, spontaneous horny stories, and of course her excellent "cocksuckin'"! Sweetness! I still can't believe she wants to be with me. And now she says she doesn't want to be with any other men at all! I can't even think about that fact or my brain is going to have a full-on nuclear meltdown.

Then he pondered the very incestuous nature of Suzanne's story, and his own situation. Unbelievable. I'm really going to fuck my own sister tomorrow. And I'll be getting more blowjobs from Mom soon, it sounds like, especially if Aunt Suzy keeping doing what she's doing. Everything is becoming super sexual, like I've fallen through an Alice-in-Wonderland rabbit hole into a sex world. It's like I'm halfway to that mythical place in Aunt Suzy's Daisy Duke story! I think I'm gonna have some kind of ****-by-sex nervous breakdown. Fucking unbelievable!