Chapter 9

I awoke to the familiar and sweet smell of my aunt’s perfume and hairspray. It took a moment for me to realize that I had my arms wrapped around her naked body, embracing her, my face buried in her long, straight blonde hair, my nose touching her sexy neck.

I was abjectly terrified and panicked as I realized that I wasn’t just holding my aunt tightly; I had my cock buried in her ‘quim’, and she was sound asleep. I didn’t know what time it was, but my Aunt Alice’s snores told me that she was blithely unaware of the situation.

I wasn’t sure how I ended up in this precarious position, but I wasn’t proud of myself. My aunt was asleep. It was safe to assume that she must have decided to let me sleep in her bed rather than take me home when she got back from her night out.

However, there was no plausible scenario in which I could envision my aunt having sex with me while I was asleep. I assumed I must have accidentally stuck my cock in her pussy while the two of us were asleep, and I couldn’t let her wake up and find me like this. I slowly began to withdraw my cock from her pussy – it felt like a tight sheath wrapped around my dick.

Aunt Alice’s body was warm, and she smelled so good; I was careful not to inhale and breathe too heavily while I extricated myself. I moved slowly, withdrawing my erect penis from her pussy. It didn’t surprise me that I had morning wood.

I had to stand a few feet away from the toilet in the morning just to go pee because I woke up hard every morning. I noticed that it was light outside the window as I pulled myself out of my aunt’s wet ‘fanny’, and I was almost free; just the tip of my dick was still inside. I was relieved that I was going to get away with it – she’d be none the wiser. I felt a bit ashamed of what I must have done while I was asleep, but it was definitely an accident, and I simply wanted to ensure that my aunt didn’t freak out and think I had taken advantage of it.

“Oi, I rather fancy a cocktail in the morning,” my aunt sounded disappointed as I slipped almost completely out of her pussy. I hadn’t expected her to notice; she had been snoring lightly, and I panicked.

“I am sorry, Aunt Alice; I don’t know what happened,” I apologized frantically.

“You were sleeping soundly in my bed with that great erection of yours. It looked quite a bit more appetizing than the Chipolata my date had,” she explained. I had no idea what a Chipolata was, but I assumed it was a tiny dick. “I didn’t have the heart to wake you, so I slid in next to you. I thought to bring you back to your mum in the morning; Sheridan agreed it would be fine if you spent the night. Why are you so worried? I am on the pill if that’s your concern.”

“Did we have sex?” I asked, my penis was still two inches inside my aunt’s pussy.

“I’ve asked men the same question when they came too quickly,” my aunt smiled at me and slid back on my cock. “I should say that we are still having it, aren’t we?”

“You don’t mind?” I asked as my eyes grew wide.

My aunt turned her head to face me and pressed her big breasts into my chest. “Do I look like I mind, Dalton? I think I should be asking that same question of you. I didn’t mean to take advantage of you. I laid down next to you, and you snuggled in close, held me tight, and sniffed my hair like I was some desirable, sexy tart - made me feel quite loved. It made me feel sexy and wanted. I didn’t wriggle onto your cock last night, but waking up with it buried inside me was a bit of a thrill.”

“Did I cum inside of you?” I said, unsure if I should withdraw my cock, or plunge it back into her.

“I am not sure, do you normally stay hard after you shoot your load?” she gripped my cock with her pussy twice, squeezing her pussy lips around it tightly.

“I’ve never had sex before,” I said.

“Caw, a lad your age? As handsome as you are? With a cock like yours? Now you are having me on,” Aunt Alice stroked my hair, and slid on top of me, rolling me back on my shoulders. I looked down and saw her pussy was completely bald. She smiled at me, unaware of why I was looking at my cock buried in her pussy. “Do you fancy cumming inside your Auntie? Or would it be weird for you?”

I wasn’t sure what to say to that. I don’t think I had to say anything because she began to rhythmically fuck me, slowly moving up and down my cock as if she was painting it with her pussy. She stopped mid-pump and squeezed my cock again with her pussy. “Did you shag my daughters last night?”

“No, not at all,” I assured her.

“Did they try to jump your bones?” she asked as if she expected the answer to be yes.

“Um...” I stammered.

“Right, sorry, I am nattering on; we can talk about the girls after you get a proper nut. I’m just surprised you held out this long. If you were truly a virgin, I would have made you shoot your load by now; unless you prefer boys?”

“No, no, nothing like that,” I assured her.

“I like men who don’t cum in the first thirty seconds,” My Aunt brazenly assured me as she lowered her face to mine, coming close enough to breathe into my ear. I tried to kiss her on the mouth, but she stopped me. “I’ve no problem with a peck, and I love to have sweet nothings blown in my ears, but I am not going to snog with you like a high schooler, Dalton.”

I got the impression that meant she wasn’t going to kiss me. “You don’t want my morning breath anyway. It smells like I’ve been smoking a roasted turd,” she assured me. I could smell a little vodka and cigarettes on her breath, but it wasn’t bad at all – it was intoxicating.

My aunt rode my cock, gliding up the entire length all the way to my balls, and then back up again – stopping just before the tip of my cock slipped out. We fucked like that for what felt like five minutes before she pushed down on my chest and asked, “Do you mind bending me over and having taking a poke at me from behind?” she asked, already sliding off my dick and arranging herself bent over the bed.

I slid off the bed; my pecker was still hard and floppy, soaked in my aunt’s pussy juices. “This is the most action I’ve gotten since I came to America. My date was shite last night. He was all thumbs and left feet on the dance floor. I’m kind of wishing I stayed home and let you babysit me,” she joked as she bent over without any modesty and let me see her big beautiful asshole and wet pussy. Unlike her daughters, tiny, tight, hair covered pussies, My Aunt’s folds and flaps reminded me of a sexy Arby’s roast beef sandwich. It had a purple and orange hue to it – like it had been bruised up and was ready for more action.

I wasn’t sure what to do as I stared into her double barrel holes and took a mental snapshot.

“If you’d rather stick it into my arse, just know that I’ve not had my morning pooh,” she warned as she guided me, wiggled her bum, and offered it to me.

“Where do you want me to put it?” I asked.

“I am not picky, Dalton. Just choose a hole and fill it please. I feel daft waiting like this, like you are going to give me the paddle. I noticed you moved some of my paddles last night, I take it the girls gave you trouble?”

I slid my dick into her pussy, deeply.

“Yes, I had to spank them,” I exhaled, bending over her, trying to get a sniff of her hairspray.

“Caw, hopefully you spanked them a bit harder than you fuck,” she backed into my cock and encouraged me to be more aggressive. “I am not a porcelain doll. You don’t have to pull my hair and choke me out, but make me feel it, please.”

My aunt coaxed me playfully into fucking her roughly – as roughly as I could manage. “That’s it, Dalton! Yes, smack my arse, go on! Give me a proper spank!”

I smacked my aunt’s ass while I humped her, and she liked it – which confused me. My aunt snickered and told me encouragingly that I was getting there. Once I started to get into the groove of things, I began to slap her ass cheeks every three or four times that I drove my cock in and out of her. “Go on, take me! Let me have all of it, pound my pussy, punish it – go ahead, dog me out, raw!”

She was getting less wet, and my dick was sticking to the inside of her pussy, I could pull some of the inside flaps of her pussy out of her body as I withdrew my dick before plunging it back in. “You naughty slag, I want that fat cunny of yours! I am going to bugger you up your arse,” I said in a faux British accent.

Aunt Alice became wet and bent over the bed, pressing her face into the covers. “Yes, yes, Dalton, fuck my fat cunny,” she said. “Take all of me, give it to me, make me feel it,” she yelled loud enough that she would have surely woken up her entire family. She grabbed her pillows and squeezed them tightly as if she was cumming.

“Caw, I am going to have a proper spunk ... in your quim,” I warned, as I came inside my aunt – pressing my body into her ass cheeks as hard as I could.

She looked over her shoulder after I came with a big smile on her face. “Your British accent is proper shite, were you meaning to make me laugh?”

“Yes,” I lied, my cock was still buried deep in my Aunt’s pussy – balsa all the way to her puffy cunt lips.

“You are lucky you are a cute one and you’ve a delicious-looking dick, Dalton. If we shag again, please don’t try to sound British,” she slid off of me and admired my flaccid cock. “Ooh, you’ve a nice one though, I may be able to handle your Spike Dixon impression.”

“Spike Dixon?”

“He’s a comedian from Hi-De-Hi; it’s a British comedy,” she said as she licked my cock, cleaning her juices off of it, taking the entire length of it fully into her mouth, and looking up at me with her pretty blue eyes to assess whether I was impressed or not.

“Can my daughters take an entire cock to the balls in their mouth in one go?” she asked.

“I wouldn’t know,” I said.

“I believed you when you said that you didn’t shag them but are you saying they didn’t give you a little head last night?” she seemed skeptical as she released my cock, and licked her lips like the taste of herself was delicious.

“They offered, but I didn’t think it was proper, er ... um ... that it was okay to do it,” I corrected.

“It’s okay, I speak American. You don’t have to try to talk like you are from Brittain for me to understand,” she joked. “Did you not fancy them? Do you have a girlfriend?”

“I just didn’t think you wanted me to take advantage of them,” I said.

“I wouldn’t think of it as taking advantage. My daughters love sucking cock almost as much as I do. I know that, and I’d rather they suck a cock than ride one, because I can’t afford another mouth to feed. I am just a little surprised is all. I checked on them when I got home, and they were happily snogging off, no nightgowns or dog collars around their necks. I assumed you got up to something kinky with them is all.”

My aunt didn’t seem upset or overly concerned about it – more like she was testing me to see if I was going to tell her I had done something with her daughters. Aunt Alice didn’t sound like she WANTED me to fuck them, but she also didn’t sound like she would have been entirely shocked if I had.

“We’ll find out at breakfast,” she said as she stood up and wiped her pussy with a napkin. “I see one of my favorite dildos was moved and put back,” she sniffed it and said that it was definitely used.

“Yes, I caught them playing with it, and paddled their arses, I mean asses, and then later I made them masturbate in the kitchen with it – as a punishment,” I admitted.

“You did what?” she was shocked and aghast. “in front of Archie?”

I realized that I may have crossed a line, but I decided that the girls would probably tell her what happened. “Yes, he said that he’s caught them before, so I didn’t think it would be a problem?”

“It’s not like your house over here,” she replied. I assumed she thought things were much wilder at my house – or perhaps she knew the reality of things at my house. “Wasn’t a paddle on the arse sufficient for playing with themselves?”

So many things had happened last night that I couldn’t explain the chain of events quickly enough. I blushed and started to get dressed but my aunt remained naked, and she expected an answer.

“I let the girls pretend to be puppies last night, and Mister Archie was my helper – so one of the contests was to play musical cunnies ... they had to take turns sitting down on the dildo while singing Chick, Chick Chicken and flapping their arms.”

“Mister Archie?” my aunt’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she tried on that name. “Musical cunnies and chick, chick, chicken, it sounds like these were Archie’s ideas then?”

It was impossible to tell if my aunt was livid, angry, disappointed, or amused – she could have been all of them. She remained calm as she questioned me on what my motivations were for allowing it.

“I was the one in charge; it was my responsibility. He’s the one who called it musical cunnies, and I told the girls to do a chicken dance for the Pizza guy– they were the ones who added the nursery rhyme. I just made them keep doing it during the contests.”

“My girls ate Pizza?” Aunt Alice’s eyes flicked up at me angrily – there was no mistaking whether or not she approved of that. “It sounds like you let them run wild last night?”

“No, they had to earn it. It’s a complicated story, but I wasn’t going to eat pizza and not let the girls have any,” I said.

“I am not mad at you, Dalton. I didn’t go over what the girls can and cannot eat, but I assumed because you are my sister’s son that you’d know that girls can’t be indulged with pizza?” Aunt Alice shook her head in confusion.

She led me into the kitchen and remained completely naked. I apologized but she didn’t acknowledge what I said. My aunt put on a white apron, her tits and ass still hung out on full display.

“Did you let them have half a box of digestives as well?” she asked as she opened the box of cookies on the counter and examined them.

“Yes, but only as treats when they won a little contest.”

“What kind of contests did you have?” Alice scrunched her nose disapprovingly.

“It’s going to sound weird,” I said, and started to explain how things unfolded. My aunt listened while she made what she called a proper British breakfast. I didn’t like the idea of having a can of beans and baked tomatoes for breakfast, but I didn’t complain or ask for cereal. I simply sat at the table, rewinding to after she left on her date and watching my aunt’s cute ass any time she bent deeply at the waist to get something out of the cupboard or put it in the oven.

I was half-way through telling my Aunt the part of the story where Mister Johnson paid for the pizza when Betty and Veronica walked into the kitchen together. They were naked and still had their dog collars on. Their makeup and hair was done perfectly, but they hadn’t bothered with clothes.

“Nice of you two lazy sods to finally wake up and join me in the kitchen; lot of help you are,” my aunt chided them; before asking “Where is my toothbrush?”

“Mister Dalton told you about that, did he?” the girls looked very guilty and nervous that their mother was about to punish them again for not confessing immediately to what they had done the night before.

“Aye, from what I understand, you were supposed to have them in your bums and present them bright-eyed and bushy-tailed to confess you have been shagging off with your brother and my toothbrush for how long now?”

“Since before we go to America, Mum,” Betty admitted with a pout. She offered to help with the breakfast.

“Once again, you two lazy cows managed to arrive just in the nick of time that I don’t need you help to make breakfast. Don’t change the subject or play the part of the innocent. Tell me straight - You’ve put the bristle end of my brush up your dirty pooh holes and not told me about it? All this time?”

“Yes, Mum, but we washed it after we finished,” Betty and Veronica stood completely naked in front of their mum as she questioned them. They looked like they were mortified and had been caught red-handed while stealing from a store.

“Why didn’t you use your own brushes to wank with?” Alice seethed and stared them down. The girls looked at me and then back at their mother. “He’s already told me his part of this, but I want to hear it from you lot, not that I’ll believe you as far as I can toss you two wankers.”

“We did use our own as well, one in our cunnie, and one to fiddle our bean at the same time,” Veronica admitted.

“I heard you prefer them up your bum,” Alice scolded Veronica.

“That’s Betty, she’s the one who likes it up the arse, but we shouldn’t have used your brush, and we apologize. Did Mister Dalton tell you we were punished?”

“Oh, Aye, you were really punished so hard! I feel for you girls,” Alice scoffed. I noticed her tone sounded just like Archie when he mocked the girls – it was obviously where he picked it up from. “As I hear it told, Veronica got a quick four pops on the bottom, one on the fanny, and then you tricked Mister Dalton into letting you go pooh, only that’s when you snuck off to do the deed in the bathroom. Once you were caught frigging yourselves, you had to flash some handsome lad that you gushed for and walk about wanking off with the brushes, which is what you wanted to do anyway, is that about it?”

“Yes, Mum,” Betty and Veronica admitted with a frown – clearly not proud of themselves, blushing.

“You ate pizza, even though you know how I feel about indulging you two and then half a tin of my favorite biscuits. Do you think they even sell these over here in America?” she waved the cookies at the girls angrily.

“No, Mum,” they answered.

“Mister Dalton also told me that you horny little sluts tried to suck him off at the end of the night, is that right?”

“We heard you having a go with him this morning,” Veronica huffed and harumphed angrily. She was willing to eat crow about everything else, but she decided to stand up to her mother over the double standard there.

“What I do in the privacy of my room is none of your business, you nosy little gossips,” Alice didn’t bat an eye. “I am not sure how I feel about Mister Dalton watching the two of you because it sounds like you’ve got him wrapped around your dirty little fingers. I’ve half a mind to give you two peachy spunk-magnets the forty swats that you earned last night after breakfast but, I’ve to run Mister Dalton back to his house.”

“We’re sorry, Mum! Whatever you decide is best,” they agreed demurely – clearly willing to accept any punishment that their mother saw fit.

“Go and wake your brother politely, and ask him if he wants his tea,” she instructed. “I understand last night he watched as the two of you had a full-on wank to the point of orgasm?”

“Yes, Mum,” Veronica nodded and looked at the ground.

“That was probably a proper thrill for you two?” My aunt asked.

“No mum, at first Mister Dalton used the brushes on us, and we couldn’t help ourselves,” Betty admitted – throwing me under the bus. Alice glared at me, and then back at them.

“You didn’t enjoy getting wanked while eating pizza off the floor?” Alice asked skeptically.

“I enjoyed it, yeah, obviously, but it wasn’t my idea to do it, and Archie could have left at any time,” Betty offered defensively with a pout.

“I thought it was Mister Archie now?” my aunt asked.

“If he wants it to be, we’ve no problem with that,” Betty and Veronica both agreed.

“Caw, you’ve no problem showing respect to your brother? I am so glad that you don’t mind because it was not up to you. I am just trying to understand what happened last night while I was trying to have an adult evening away from you whinging twats for a night without worrying that you’d burn the house down or throw an orgy in the living room. Go and collect Mister Archie, one of you will make his bed while he uses the loo, and the other will make his tea. I don’t care which, but if I catch either of you wanking off I won’t hesitate to give you forty on the arse, and twenty more on the quim – since you’ve graduated to pussy spanks.”

“We didn’t graduate to it; they just did it, Mum,” Veronica acknowledged her mother’s instructions, didn’t argue any further, and the two of them quickly disappeared – leaving me alone with Alice.

She poured some warm juice for me. It tasted terrible – not like the standard orange juice that I was used to. I didn’t ask what it was, but I assumed it was something British. The name on the juice box was “Pixie Juice” and the word “Satsuma” was written across it.

“I have more bad news for you, Mister Dalton,” My Aunt said. I half expected her to say that this was all a colossal put-on and that the girls were pretending to be naughty sluts like some sort of Candid Camera prank show.

My cousins’ way of thinking and living seemed so surreal that I believed it was possible they were kidding about the idea that the girls really saw sucking dick as a way to give a friendly good night, and that they didn’t really get spanked and teased regularly.

It would be an awfully far stretch, though, that they’d go to that length just to blow my mind - the simple fact was that what seemed like an outrageous fantasy to me - was a reality to my cousins. As thrilling as it was to think cute girls would WANT to be naked and crawl around like puppies showing off their quims and bums - it was a simple mundane reality to Archie and his sisters.

“I’m having a bit of a difficult financial time, and I can’t exactly pay you for last night – not in anything but sweaty quim and a hassle. I wouldn’t blame you if you are angry – but can we keep this between us? Not even your mum must know,” she said.

I assured her that I could keep a secret – and I was curious.

“I had expected to come home with a bit of cash last night. My date wasn’t exactly someone I would have chosen. He was a punter, and I am a prossy – a friend of mine set me up to make $150 American dollars and all I had to do was show some old geezer a night out on the town. I didn’t expect him to get it up when I saw him – and he was rank. I didn’t mind that so much, but he stiffed me and not in a good way.”

My aunt’s accent was much thicker than her daughters, but I worked out that she was a prostitute and that the guy she was supposed to have sex with didn’t pay her from the context.

“I liked having a tumble with you this morning, but the girls are too much for you to handle. Would you really want to babysit these two little turd wranglers after the night you had, anyway?”