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Jeri Ryan Ch. 02

By: farechilde



Chapter 2: Testing, testing: one, two, three (holes, that is)

Just after nine o'clock Ruslan rolled out of bed and did a straight set of one hundred sit-ups. Next he stepped into the shower. The water was steaming and cleansing (the dried cum on his belly vanished in seconds) but not even the heat or the exercise could cleanse his mind of the dirty thoughts that still plagued his mind. Not even five hours ago he had been caught up in a firestorm of nasty, raging circumstances that had led to him jerking off while thinking of his aunt....

Things could not have been more confusing. He hadn't given any thought to all of the pussy he wasn't able to tap since skipping the club. When he shut his eyes he didn't think of the young honeys swaying their bodies to the heavy beat of a club song, he saw only the sway of his aunts nipples as she walked in the mist of the pool. He didn't think about what young slut he could have bent over the hood of a car, he though only about the expressions on Jeri's face as she climbed to the peak of orgasm.

The images of her toying with herself beneath the water moved behind his eyelids like a lucid dream. He could smell the chlorine again and feel the leaves of the bush against his skin...

He shuddered and shut off the shower before he was tempted to rub out another batch.

He dressed as quickly as he could, ran his clippers over his scalp and shaved his jaw. To further take his mind off his aunt's swaying hips he did an additional two hundred sit ups. Like a morning fog his aunt slowly faded from his mind, with each pant and grunt it became apparent to Ruslan that he would be able to push through the perverted memories.

Smiling, he slung a loose Nike shirt over his torso and tugged on a pair of checkered shorts that were baggy and held on his narrow waist with elastic.

He stepped into a pair of flip flops and walked confidently from the step of his guest house, past the hot tub (still doing good,) and even managed to get as far as the kitchen door before he had to stop and lean against the wall.

Jeri was sitting at the kitchen table, golden hair tied up loosely; bits of it fell down her curved forehead and around her ears.

Fuck.

His eyes shut tightly and he clenched his fists, thinking that if he forced hard enough he might will his cock to ignore the fact that her bathrobe was splayed open and he could see the tops of her breasts and how they were catching the full stroke of morning light.

He shook his head like a quarterback shaking off a sack and unclenched his fists, stepped around the doorway and through the threshold.

"Good morning, Ruslan," she smiled through a piece of red fruit, the juice of which was making her mouth look unsettlingly like the blushing wet lips of an aroused pussy. "Sleep okay?"

He nodded, stiffly at first but found her body language to be calming...there wasn't a reason to worry was there? She didn't see him.

She asked him if he wanted anything for breakfast, "I usually only eat fruit and bran cereal, I'll have Rosemont pick up some sugary cereals today."

"Fruit is fine," Ruslan insisted, sitting across from her. The table was just a small circle of polished (to a mirror-like sheen) oak and he mistakenly bumped her shin as he sat. "Sorry."

"No worries," she smiled, nibbling on another cut of fruit. 

He ate in silence, keeping his head down. This proved to be no help however because of the reflective nature of the tabletop. No matter where he looked he had to look at his aunt, and simply looking at her brought up the torrent of arousing images from the night before.

"I'm going to the sunroom," she said abruptly, standing and adjusting the lapel of her bathrobe. "I like to hang out there in the morning when the light hits it. Leave whatever you use, it'll get cleaned up."

She walked out of the room, bare feet padding softly on the tile. Ruslan watched her go and pushed aside the fruit, hunger was the farthest thing from his mind.

Something was bothering him. Something threatening.

With ears straining he moved to the open doorway and listened for the sound of the sunrooms French doors closing.

Click.

He was off down the hall, grabbing the great banister and ascending the stairs so fast he nearly tripped at the top. Down the hall, he counted the windows as he walked. There it was. Her bedroom.

The door was ajar almost as far as the hinges would allow and he passed into the room with only the quickest of backward glances. The bed was unmade, a bunch of small pillows were on the floor beside a crumpled up black nightie. Past the bed and around the corner was the closet he had lost her in the night before. 

His fears suddenly became completely and horrifically true.

The pulsing white aura was not a night lamp. It was television screens.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

He was desperate, shoving aside hanging clothes and finding a central control panel. Dials, buttons and toggles, numbered screens and DVD trays.

It all reminded him of a Las Vegas surveillance room. With anxious fingertips he pushed the power buttons on all the screens, watching the outside world flash into existence in front of him. There were only three video monitors, but a row of buttons below them suggested there were probably ten cameras. 

With rising panic he hit the first button, then the second, faster with the third. The pool flashed to life with the fourth, the time stamp matched his watch almost to the second.

His finger hovered over the tenth and final button. It clicked softly as he pressed it.

The bed he had slept in flared onto the screen, every single pixel lashing out at his senses like a whip.

Slowly, painfully, he reached for the dial marked REWIND. In front of his eyes time rolled backwards. Suddenly he was on the screen, doing sit-ups like a mad man, and then he rolled up through the air to the mattress. Then he was tossing and turning, blankets coiling around his legs and pillows being unknowingly shoved off the bed. 

And then he was masturbating...

He closed his eyes, feeling the gravity of defeat pulling his pulsing heart into his stomach.

She had seen him...all of him.

Another click, the sound of a door closing. She's come back to change, he thought, whipping around. 

Before he had totally turned Jeri was shoving him. She was no weak woman, her shoulders were strong and her arms were toned, with the right angle and a little effort she shoved her nephew against the wall of the closet. He fell against her dresses and hanging delicates, hitting his head on an overhead rack holding boxes of shoes.

"What the fuck," she yelled, "do you think you're doing?"

The boxes of shoes fell, sandals and pumps and cross trainers and sneakers raining on his shoulders and head.

He was speechless; his muscles wouldn't operate in the way his brain telling them too. Run, you stupid motherfucker, run!

Jeri grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him through the clothes and tripping him up at the same time. He collapsed against the far wall of the closet, a familiar object dug into his ribs.

A door handle. 

He clutched at the knob and pushed through into a great marble bathroom. Like a wounded dog he pulled himself along, away from the reaching hands of his furious aunt.

"Please," he couched into the cold stone floor, "Let me go." 

She didn't respond. The door closed and the knob clicked.

Thunderfuck, Ruslan thought, holding his busied rib, Shit licking cunt fuck! 

The bathroom was windowless except for two wide skylights almost ten feet above his head. There was no escaping.

Stumbling to his feet and reaching for doorknob only confirmed the sound he had heard. It was locked from the outside. "Jeri," he yelled through the wood, "Jeri!"

He listened but he could only hear his own heart. He yelled again and this time he though he heard the sound of wood scraping on wood. 

How did I end up here? He though, banging an open palm against the door, is she calling the police?

If she had the tape of the pool she had to have seen him in the bushes. That was enough evidence, wasn't it? Maybe not. And she had been watching him masturbate. She'll erase that DVD, stupid, he told himself. You're fucked; fucked with a mother fucking boat oar.

The door jarred open without warning, slinging his 178-pound body back onto the marble. Jeri stepped through the door; a red aerosol can in one hand and a cloth bag in the other. 

"Don't move," she barked, leveling the can at his face. Mace. "I'll fry your fucking eyes."

He was motionless. She pushed the door closed with a foot and tossed the cloth bag on the countertop. A set of handcuffs slid out and onto the floor.

Ruslan knew in that instant that he was in deep shit.

From under the far end of the counter she pulled out a tall stainless steel stool with a tall, narrow back. It was the stool she sat in when she was painting makeup on her face...

"Sit," she barked with an emphatic wave of her mace can, "And don't try anything."

He sat, she picked up the handcuffs, "Through the back rest," she ordered. He looked at the glimmering restraints in his lap and fought the order. She didn't waste any time in letting out a spray of mace onto his bare thigh. The pungent odor stung his eyes, despite being so far away, vapor and liquid turned his skin red. 

She repeated the order. This time he laced the cuffs through the center post and clipped his hands in. 

His aunt inspected the tightness and didn't complain. Still holding the mace she reached for the bag. He thought of kicking her into the counter and running but he knew deep down he wouldn't get down the stairs without cracking his head open.

Two more sets of cuffs appeared in her hand and she cuffed his left ankle to the back leg of the stool and then the right.

Ruslan sat there, panting slightly and wincing still from his rib and the back of his head and the mace. In the past five minutes his aunt had laid a whooping into him that would have made his father proud. She wasn't even panting, not even a strand of hair seemed out of place. 

She sat on the corner of the toilet and folded a leg over the other. "How's your head."

"Split." 

"You want an aspirin?"

"No. I want to fucking leave."

"Leave?" Jeri laughed, turning the can of mace over in her hands, "You're a little pervert, why shouldn't I turn you in to the cops? I have a couple friends with badges who would be happy to rough you up. Teach you a lesson about spying on ladies."

"You were in the pool," Ruslan argued, "Anyone could have seen you."

To this she frowned and then shrugged her shoulders indifferently, "I can leave that part out. On tape you look just like a peeping tom."

"I'm sorry," Ruslan hung his head, not finding the courage to hold her gaze.

She grunted softly and put the can down next to her feet. "I feel violated." She lied. Of course she didn't, she couldn't be more turned on, but it would not do to have Ruslan know that. "And now we're going to have to replace the sheets and comforter in the guest house. Couldn't you have used a sock or something, you dirty boy. Creaming all over yourself and rolling around like a pig in shit...what would your mother think?"

"You watched me?"

She moaned and bobbed her head, then stepped from the toilet and in two strides was face to face with Ruslan, her nose just a cunt hair away from his. "I watched every minute of it. Every disquieting perverted minute." A wide, brilliant smile grew on her lips, wider still when Ruslan raised his eyes to fixate on hers. Her voice was getting very husky, completely losing all of the angry edge it had been possessed with only a moment before. "You are a sick boy." 

The pale blue of her eyes flashed with an inner light that could have been taken for any number of emotions. Ruslan pegged it as anger, but in reality it was the purest, most untamed form of lust.

His aunt stared him down, thinking of the way her mind hadn't been able to stop thinking about this boy and the way his face was so cute and his body so tight and his cock so fucking huge. Angry rock music played in her head as she thought of all this, putting her in a state of prime heat...

His face was hard, bordering on rage. Did he think he could talk his way out of this situation? Was he going to try to flash that fucking fantastic smile at her, warm her heart into letting him go? 

In a flash she snarled at him, wolf-like and wild, snapping her teeth just millimeters from his lips. He didn't flinch.

She smiled inwardly; he's a real man then. He doesn't scare like a little shit. 

She straightened and left the bathroom, leaving Ruslan to stew. Five minutes later she came back with a pair of scissors from the kitchen.

"Do you know what I want from you?" She asked, clicking the door shut for the final time. He shook his head. "I want hear why you were pulling at your cock after watching me swim."

Ruslan didn't care about shame now, things had escalated too far. He flashed his dazzling smile, "Because you're fucking hot." And then adding, "I'm just a boy, I can't help it."

"You can't help it?" she scoffed, trailing the tip of the scissors up his shin and knee. The point scrapped the skin, leaving a thin white trail. "You're just a boy?" The tips of the scissors continued slowly up his thigh, then past the hem of his shorts. "I'm fucking hot?" She spat the last word as if it tasted like bug repellent, "I'm your aunt."

"You're a piece of ass," Ruslan argued, keeping his smile pressed on his lips, "I can see why mom didn't want me coming here."

Snip.

He looked down to where a long slit had been cut in his shorts. 

Snip, snip.

He watched helplessly as his shorts began to fall away from his lap. 

"You're a liar," Jeri shook her head.

"About what?"

"You're not a boy," she smiled, making her final, slow cut, "Boys don't have cocks the size of rolling pins."

Despite himself Ruslan chuckled deep in his throat. 

Jeri's smile glowed a little bit brighter.

There it was, laid out flat in his lap as if it were on a platter. Even limp it was a thick and long tube of muscle, the video monitor had indeed not done it justice.

With strong fingers she pulled the fabric out from under his ass and tossed it to the floor. A second later his shirt joined it, torn to shreds.

"I'm naked," he observed quite plainly, "Why the fuck am I naked?"

"You got to see me," Jeri reasoned, waving her scissors, "It only seems fair."

"You watched me jerk off," Ruslan reminded her, "I would have thought that would be enough."

"It's not the same," her smile turned to a pout, "But I tied your hands, how am I going to have any fun with you if you can't play with me?"

He didn't answer the posed question, which was fine because Jeri didn't really want one. "Tell me," she started, "You like to fuck girls, right?"

"Yeah, of course. That's why I came here."

"Hmm. Has a girl ever fucked you?"

Ruslan was taken aback, brain stalled by the seemingly insignificant question. No, he supposed, a girl had never fucked him. 

Jeri smiled at him. "So you're the suave, sexy guy, right? The kind of man who lures girls across the club with a smile? I bet they all fall for it too, I bet they all walk right over and hand you their panties. Then you take them back; fuck 'em and kick 'em out of the bed?"

He slowly nodded.

"You're despicable."

He shrugged. The handcuffs clinked on the bars of the stool. Jeri's eyes fell down to his lap, basking in the sight of his magnificent dick. He was very strong in the abs, even his thighs, now that she was looking, and all that muscle and young skin served to frame that wonderful organ in the best possible way. He was mostly hairless and the foreskin was obviously clipped.

She put the scissors down on the counter top next to the sink and put her hands on his knees. He didn't even buck.

"I'm going to rape you." She said in a plain, cold voice. His eyes didn't even blink. She continued, "I'm going to keep you locked in this bathroom and torment and corrupt you until you're no longer a cute, sexy little woman killer. You're going to be a fucking man, a sexually educated and seasoned fucker. I'm going to fuck and suck and command you and you're going to forget I'm your aunt and I'm going to forget you're my nephew. You will be a game to me, do you understand? I will make you hard with my body and I will conquer your dick with every one of my holes. Do you understand?"

"No," he snorted, "I'm already a fucking god in the sack. "

"You're not even an amateur," she shook her head with a patronizing grin. Her lips were moving so close to his that they brushed together on almost every syllable. He was quiet after that remark, possibly because at that moment all the blood flowing to his cock temporarily starved his brain.

She pushed his knees apart and the hardening cock rolled lazily between his thighs and dangled off the edge of the stool. She looked down, a forehead full of her curls blocking out Ruslans vision. His head was growing quickly. It was thicker than the rest of his shaft and as smooth as a cue ball, a light shade of pink and decorated with a large elliptical hole. The base of the head curled under like a mushroom and gave way to more smooth cock. There were only three veins that she could see, but then again he wasn't raging hard yet.

Soon.

She looked back up at her nephew, "I'm making you hard," she breathed against his lips, "I'm barley even touching you, but you just can't help it can you?" 

He kept his lips tightly pursed. She moved her neck only a sliver to kiss him. He didn't respond.

She backed off, realizing it was too soft an approach.

With an open palm she smacked the top of his cock, "Don't you dare fucking get hard, I'm your aunt!"

Ruslan shrugged boyishly.

She smacked him again, this time the great mass of flesh didn't come to rest on his thighs, it stayed airborne, waving at her like an angry howitzer cannon.

"Suck it," he told her defiantly, "See if you can do what you think you can. I bet you a million bucks you start complaining of a sore jaw and give up. Most girls do."

If he had been keeping track of his sex life he would have found that only five percent of it had been oral. Hand jobs were just so much easier.

Her eyes flared with anger and she hit him in the mouth and split a lip.

"You don't seem to understand how this works," she smiled at the stunned expression which finally marked his face. "You need to shut up."

He didn't say another word.

Turning, she brought a bath mat from a cubby in the wall. At his feet she spread the thick shag rug and lowered herself to her knees. He smiled. She tugged at his balls, hard.

"Fuck!" He groaned after just a few seconds of the torture. She let them go, watching the great sack snap back up to his shaft. She asked him if that had hurt and he managed a nod.

She smiled and then leisurely wrapped a fist around his cock. She could have made her fingers completely circle his cock if she had squeezed hard enough, but it didn't make sense to do so. 

Her fingers found a comfortable place, splayed wide as if she was holding the back end of a giant pool cue. 

She pumped once, feeling her thumb glide up the smooth valley beneath his crown. She shuddered reverently; it was no wonder to her that most girls couldn't get this thing down their throats. 

Ruslan watched in bewildered reproach as his aunt continued to slowly fist fuck him. He had argued with many people on many different topics in his life: religion, alternative life styles, drug use...but he could never argue with himself when it came to sexual stimulation.


Jeri Ryan Ch. 02



This was the kind if high he was always chasing, this was why he came to Chicago in the first place wasn't it? To get pussy.

It was fucked up, but he supposed his wish had just come true. 

His aunt was so fucking sexy....

Fuck.

Jeri was still priming his cock, eyeing it like a bird trying to get into a pinecone...looking for attack angles and sizing up dimensions. "You have an amazing cock," she paid him the compliment at the risk of losing her dominance, but she was so amazed she could not help herself. "It's as big as my forearm."

Ruslan shrugged, "Are you going to fucking start or what?"

Another flare of anger and this time she bit his sac. Not his balls, she just took a small fold of flesh between her teeth and chomped. Ruslan gasped and bucked over in the chair, trying to knee her in the face. He managed a soft connect but her teeth didn't let go and it made the whole sensation even more painful.

Gasping, he said, "Fine, fine. I'm sorry."

Jeri let loose her hold and smiled up at him around the edge of his shaft. "Are you going to be good?"

"Yeah,"

She thanked him dryly and loosed the thick knot of her bathrobe belt. "I'm getting naked," she warned, leaning back and arching her shoulders, letting the thick cloth fall from her bare body and down around her calves. For a second Ruslan was transported back to that happy moment in time when she had first stripped her breasts bare by the pool. They were much closer now, and thusly exponentially better. In the new light he could marvel at the small dab of dusky pink areola around a very hard, magnificent nipple. They were not stubby nipples, nor where they really long. Maybe half an inch.

They swung forward as she leaned onto his thighs, disappearing from sight briefly. Amazingly he could feel them though, pressed against either one of his kneecaps. He wanted desperately to compliment her on the heavenly swell of her chest but he held his tongue.

"I'm going to try this thing inside me for a minute, if you think you're going to cum just let me know." I'll mace you in the face. "I want to gurgle it all up."

His eyebrows raised, she laughed. And then her mouth was on the side of his head, sloppy and wet. She smeared her saliva all around, painting it until she felt comfortable with working her lips around her nephew's monster cock. She felt the giant hole with the tip of her tongue first, then slid it on past down the length of her tongue.

She had only once before had a monster cock between her hands but it was the kind of big cock that never really got hard. Sure it stayed thick and pulsing, but it was always pretty spongy and easy to swallow down. 

If Ruslan had been much harder she could have split firewood with it. 

With a grunt and a slight tilt of the neck she squeezed downwards a little more. The head popped in completely, filling the space between her molars. She had to slip her tongue to the side of her mouth just to fit the girth of it in her mouth comfortably. 

Ruslan watched in childish fascination as Jeri's mouth expanded around his cock and the skin on her cheeks blushed a dark red. He felt the pressure of her mouth all around his head, felt her wiggle her tongue around and try to flatten it out. To his complete surprise she actually found a configuration that left her some space. It took a lot of effort however; he could see her jaw was hinged in a dangerous angle, as if she was biting down on the outside of a watermelon. 

But she did have the entire fat angry head in her mouth. 

And fuck, it was tight.

Jeri, in her moment of triumph, got a little cocky. She sucked in a lung full of air through her nose and (with nails squeezing tightly on Ruslans thighs) tried to slide the cock further in her mouth. The head hit the back of her throat and for a moment seemed to be lodged. She tried to slither her neck around, try a different tilt and relax a little. At last it popped past her tonsils to where her throat opened up a little bit.

This process had taken a long time, so long she was now lightheaded from not breathing. Her lungs exhaled the unused air and tried to suck in another fresh lungful. With the opening of her throat her gag reflex assaulted her like a tidal wave. Her cheeks bulged with air and saliva spewed out around his cock. But she couldn't get the head free from its docked birth. 

Her nails stopped digging and turned to pushing and in a few painful seconds she was off his cock, bent over coughing on the marble floor.

She couldn't hear it through the pounding in her ears and her gurgling cough but Ruslan was laughing softly.

When the color of her face returned to normal and her ribs stopped heaving she sat back up on her knees.

"Let's try another hole."

Ruslan looked at her blankly, not wanting her to catch a sight of the amusement she was unknowingly causing him.

Her new agenda posed a problem however, their positions were all wrong. "This is why guys normally do the raping, watch your head," she muttered, putting both hands squarely on Ruslans broad shoulders and shoving him backwards. 

He managed to avoid dying, but he still saw stars. 

Jeri appraised the new position and found a way to make it work.

But first, she smiled; I need to choke the smugness out of this little bastard.

His head was still wobbling around when she sat on it. She felt his breath spreading across her thighs and instantly her nipples twitched.

The smooth strength of his jaw pressed up between her thighs as she settled her sex on his nose and mouth.

Soft flesh blinded and gagged Ruslan, so much so that when she started yelling ordering him to east her pussy he couldn't make out her words. He shook his head, tried to tilt backwards to get oxygen, but her strong thighs held his head in place. Again a muffled command was unheeded and the penalty was quickly administered.

Ripping pain tore through his sac as Jeri grabbed a fistful and twisted. The pain was immediate and roaring, bringing tears to his eyes that were immediately rubbed away by hit aunts groin.

He screamed up into her pussy, thrashing his head and biting at what skin he could get his teeth on. Instantly he regretted it and her thighs squeezed harder and his balls were now near tearing.

Jeri felt Ruslan go limp between her legs and wondered for a moment if he was only playing possum...

She decided the risk was not worth it and raised her pussy off his face. She slapped him in the chest and he regained a shallow but steady rhythm of breathing. It was probably for the best that he was passed out, judging from the scream she felt—it had nearly inflated her pussy-- maybe her torture had gone a little too far.

Blackness swam away; Ruslan smacked his lips, recognizing the taste of pussy in his mouth. Realization flooded his mind and the rigid nature of his restraints only nailed home the fact that he was still lying on his back in his aunt's bathroom.

He looked back and saw her, crouched on her knees, the archway of her thighs splaying her pussy apart just a little.

"Are you going to be a good boy this time?" She asked, rubbing her flat, naked pussy. He nodded. "You're going to eat my cunt without using your nasty teeth?"

He nodded again. She smiled warmly at him then and caressed the length of his jaw and temple. "Good. But first I'm going to have to punish you,"

Her ankles shuffled forward as she squatted back over his face. Ruslan started up as the perfect, thin gash of her sex descended onto him, and felt the unsettling assault of awe wash over him. She had a very beautiful twat with small pink lips tucked away beneath a small mound of soft, velvety skin.

But this time, his aunt did not put her pussy on his mouth. Instead she rested back on her palms and tilted her hips upwards and spread her legs a little more.

"Lick my asshole," she commanded, dropping the weight of her astonishing ass onto his face. "Lick my asshole like a little slut."

His tongue was possessed with a mind that wasn't his own. It darted out, strong and narrow as if he were trying to stab her. She gasped as his tongue splashed against her little puckered hole, she could feel the foreign, tantalizing wash of saliva and the rigid massaging of his tongue and it made her elbows quiver.

"Good, boy" she whispered, "make out with my ass, French kiss my little asshole."

She closed her eyes and basked in the splendid sensations of his strong, probing tongue, committing every swell and itch of pleasure to memory. 

Her ass sank down until his mouth was like a suction cup against her ass, pulling and massaging and blowing and wetting....

A man had never rimmed her before; she had never even told any of her partners that is was her deepest and darkest fetish. She could have sat there perched on her nephews face like a girl on a sybian all day long, but there was an agenda forming in her mind and she needed to move along with it.

"You like that, don't you?" She asked, stroking his chest and using her long, manicured nails to scrape at his nipples, "You like the taste of my ass,"

He groaned up through her skin. It was an unmistakable affirmation.

"Good, then we can do that again later. Right now I want to get off," she slid her ass backwards and settled her pussy lips on his mouth...and this time his lips parted hers with a beautiful, long, wet tongue. He was forceful at first, and clumsy, trying to get it all the way up to her cervix while completely ignoring the pearl of nerves just a couple of inches away.

He gasped and heaved and worked his jaw, trying desperately to please his captor so she would let him breathe.

His tongue was building strength as his desperation grew, mashing about like the end of a fire hose under pressure, hitting her walls and pushing around her lips and occasionally brushing her clit.

She began to moan, the erratic, frenzied oral was actually turning out to be more arousing than she had thought possible. To reward the service she petted his cock head (which amazingly never lost its erection during his black out) with her fingertips. Ruslan arched his hips upwards off the stool, hungering for more of her firm, kinky touch. She gave it to him, compassionate now that her pussy was being satisfied.

She shuffled her knees apart a little, giving him some air and light, then raised up a little bit. Ruslan barely paused for a breath before attacking her slit once again. This time he did hit her clit, hard and fast with the flat length of his tongue, sliding up and down, up and down. Vibrations of pleasure rumbled through her legs and hands with the force of a passing semi truck, kinky warmth spread like a virus from the juncture of her thighs up her belly and to her breasts. She fondled her tits, squeezing her nipples and tugging them together. An orgasm was brewing inside her pussy, an orgasm that wasn't induced by her own hands and therefore was very near foreign to her.

She squirmed and shuffled, trying to rut her asshole on her nephew's nose. But when she did his tongue couldn't quite reach her clit and she was forced to lean forward again. Her pleasure mounted and began to sore, catching the thermals of ecstasy and bringing with it a great soaking flood of pussy juice. 

She closed her eyes, allowed herself to pant and moan and show her nephew just how much pleasure she was getting from him. Her fingers tugged harder at her nipples, spiking the pleasure like a symbol crash. 

Finally, with one last stab at her clit, she came.

Her body toppled forward, her back lit up with a rolling storm of electricity. Her skin was charged, her pussy poured liquid fire, she couldn't feel her fingers or toes or even the tips of her ears...

She toppled forward, her face coming to a soft thud next to Ruslans throbbing cock. Her hair splayed across his thighs and lap and even draped across his cock, but it fought through like a tower rising through weeds and remained strait.

The lapping waves of her orgasm began to subdue, and Ruslan, knowing a few things about pussy eating, continued only light with light stroking, staying away from the clit which was sure now to be extra sensitive and irritable. The sweat from her crotch mixed together with the juice that had poured out of her, filling his nostrils with the sweetly intoxicating smell he had come to adore.

She was spent, or at least, Ruslan thought she was spent. He had put his heart and soul into his performance, and while he listened to her, immersed in her soft pants and moans; the slick smacking sound of his lips against her cunt and the shuffle of her smooth thigh's against his ears, he had almost become spent himself.

But now she was getting up from his chest, her hands finding steady purchase on his heaving rib cage, and she wasn't making a move to service him.

He wanted to complain, wanted to yell at her for taking him this far against his will (sort of) and then not finishing him. What a fucking cunt! 

But the pain in his balls was a sore reminder of her quick temper.

"That was good," Jeri admitted aloud, "for starters. But I still need to get that cock inside me." She raised one knee, swung it over his chest then reverse swung the other so that she was straddling him face to face. "Are you going to fucking blast your cum inside me when I get on you like a little incestuous perv?"

Ruslan shook his head, although the promise seemed as risky as driving blindfolded.

She laughed, slapped his face randomly and then backed the tight, high curve of her ass into his lap. The cock between her thighs was so rigid and steely that she didn't need any guidance in getting it against her lips, and with the moisture and relaxation she had no problem getting the tip of the head inside her.

She was thirty-seven years old and admitted inwardly that her pussy was not as tight as it had been when she was an eighteen-year-old ballet dancer. This had been a fact she lamented about often, but now, with the thick, splitting shaft of her nephew's cock charging up into her she was actually thankful.

Fuck, it filled her right up. The stretching was painful, but the good kind of pain, like feeling the burn during a long swim, and she soldiered on until the tip was fully in. She gasped when her lips finally closed around the anterior section of his head. The rod below was just a little bit narrower and the pressure on her sensitive lips was abated enough for her to actually enjoy it. The monstrosity of flesh inside her sex felt like a missile, screaming against her slick walls. "Oh, fuck," she groaned, eyes clamped shut, "This feels so fucking good!"

Joy filled her and she felt like running a victory lap around her restrained nephew. Ruslan had closed his eyes as well, either to try to fight off the orgasm or imagine it was a different woman whose pussy felt so good...

Jeri let out a thin, sharp gasp and lowered her head and shoulders until her breasts were pressing firmly against Ruslans chest and shuffled back a little more. His cock advanced into her a little bit more, stretching her hidden skin and brining all her nerves up for servicing. 

This is why real women like big cocks; she thought. Everything feels so raw and alive! 

Deeper still she impaled herself until at last a spasm of pain stabbed inside her pussy and her back went rigid.

"You're a goddamn monster," she panted into the smooth skin of his chest, "You're the fucking devil with a cock." Her teeth were gritted; determination was set in her eyes. She wanted to make it just a little bit further...

More than midway down his cock her pussy just flat ran out of room...

It seemed to her as if she was a lollipop or a kabob on the end of his cock, the sheer mass and muscle of it almost lifted her right off her knees.

"I could get off on this," she gyrated her hips a little bit, laughing at the tightening expression on Ruslans face. "With a little more lube I could ride this fucking monster until my pussy bled."

Ruslan nodded wordlessly. It was understood that he felt the same way.

With a mournful growl Jeri popped off his cock and then rested on his chest.

Ruslan breathed a sign of relief when the cold air of the bathroom returned to breeze against his moistened cock, he was very near to coming and he didn't want to make her angry by losing control and hitting her with his load of semen.

After a quick breather she rose off his chest and went to the drawer beside the sink. "I don't know if you know this, Ruslan," she said over the shoulder as she dug a bottle of lube out of the drawer, "I have a special spot in my ass that gives me the best goddamn orgasms I can have. I found out about it when I was thirteen. I snuck a tape from my dad's porn collection into my room and watched it. All the girls were getting ass-fucked really deep by big, black cocks." She turned with the lube in her hand and dropped back down on his chest. "I loved it. I know that's fucked up, being thirteen years old and wanting to take a foot of raging cock up my ass, but that is what I wanted. I started with my tennis racket and my moms face cream. I got so sore I cried for a week. I told your grandparents it was because a school pet had died."

She squeezed a palm-full of lube into her hand and blindly reached back to coat his cock, then rubbed her ass hole, "The month after I went smaller, using the narrow end of a wooden spoon. It was great but after a while it wasn't enough. A year later I had worked my way back up to the tennis racket. The spot is deep inside me and only works when I'm very full. I have a vibrator now that I put in my ass. It's on a string and it gets sucked up inside me until it feels like my whole body is shaking."

Ruslan nodded, wide eyed and completely without a doubt aroused. Jeri continued, "I've only ever had something as thick as you cock inside my ass once. In college my roommate put a flower vase in me. I was thrashing and crying and biting through my pillow but I took it. That was a long time ago. Do you think I can do it again?"

Ruslan nodded.

"Good boy." She smiled, then got herself into a low crouch and lined up the foot of angry, throbbing cock flesh with her tiny pink asshole.

She leaned back, pressing firmly onto his cock until she dropped her mouth open and screamed. It wasn't a painful scream, but more the kind of scream marathon runners yell when they are making that final push for gold.

Her scream stopped as suddenly as it started as the head of his cock just would not fit.

"Fuck!" She yelled at him, "Fuck your cock and fuck you." 

She tried again. Even with the lube it was just too fucking impossible. She grunted in frustration, let go of his cock and rolled onto the floor next to him. She swung her long, sculpted legs into the air and reached with one hand to press fingers into her ass. 

Ruslan watched with eyebrows raised. He had never seen a girl attack her own ass this way before, not even in all the porn he kept at home. She worked a finger in to her hole, and then before it got to the second knuckle she put in a second finger and a third quickly after that. With the other hand she used her middle finger to fishhook the rim of her sphincter and pull the stubborn pink starfish apart. 

"Are you enjoying the show, Ruslan?" She laughed, lifting her neck to look at him over the swell of her chest, "You're getting turned on watching your aunt get her asshole ready for your devil cock, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Ruslan croaked, speaking his first words in a long time.

"Good." She laughed, "I'm going to use your fuck-rod like a toy until I get sick of you."

She let go with the middle finger and applied another slick coat of lube, then popped up like Derek Jeter going for a line drive on shortstop. She was back on his chest, slithering backwards until the familiar bump of Ruslans cock was between her cheeks. It cleft the two rounded cheeks like a nail spike splitting a length of wood.




Jeri Ryan Ch. 02



"You're not going to get the better of me," she warned, lining up her hole for the second time, "You're just some lady-killer-man-whore with no fucking skills. You're not going to beat me."

And this time, she was right.

At least, partially.

With another scream and a final plunge, her mind a swirling pool of adrenaline, she squeaked his head past her first sphincter. Ruslan was flummoxed; not because he was getting anal from his aunt, but that she had actually taken him and there was no blood dripping onto his balls. There were tears though, softly falling on his neck and chin. A single drop flecked a corner of his mouth and he tongued it, savoring its salty wetness. 

He stared up into her face. To him this part of his 'rape' was confusing. It seemed a role reversal from what normally happened. She was the one with the tears in her eyes and she was the one splitting her asshole around his cock.

What a fucking great deal for him! All the pleasure, none of the pain.

But then he remembered the busted lip, burnt skin and the bruises on both sides of his head and realized that he was not completely unscathed.

This new sensation, the sensation of not only being in her tightest, longest, and most secret hole, but the taboo of it as well, drove him fucking wild. 

"What are you smiling at, pervert?"

"This is the best my cock has ever felt," he bragged, unable to put a serious tone into his voice. His aunt smiled through the tears and apologized (rare, he thought, since she was raping him) "I'm sorry, I have to get off, my ass is on fire. I don't think I can go any further without tearing out my intestines."

Ruslan looked down and saw that she hadn't progressed further than the mushroom cap head. She was hovering on shaky knees a good ten inches from where his ball sack was crawling up the base of his shaft. He shrugged his shoulders, "Is it really worth going to the hospital over?"

Jeri frowned and looked dejectedly at the unholy union of their organs. "No."

She fell back onto his chest and with a girlish squeal broke their bond. Ruslan smiled. "There's always tomorrow." 

Jeri looked into his eyes, expecting the same flippant cockiness that had driven her to rape him in the first place, but found only genuine anticipation. "You're a good boy," she petted the soft black fuzz on his skull and kissed his neck. "You're probably dying of blue balls, aren't you?"

"Yeah." Ruslan admitted. 

She slithered down his restrained body and over the stool. She pulled the keys from the bag. "I'm going to move you," she warned, "over to the bathtub. I'm going to hold the mace in one hand and let you loose. If you make any move to jump on me or run for the door I will beat you down and spray mace in your fucking asshole. Will you jump?"

Ruslan shook his head. Now he was thinking more about sexual gratification than anything else.

Jeri unclipped his limbs but didn't give him a chance to rub the blood back into them before telling him where to cuff himself next.

In a short ten seconds he had been strung like a crucified Jesus Christ from the thick stainless steel shower rod. The rod was bolted to the wall and curved to match the contour of the tub (a large freestanding unit that faced a marble wall on all but one side) she made him stand in. His face was pressed to the cool marble which soothed his throbbing head a little.

The standing wasn't what his aching head needed, the stars were beginning to return, but he didn't complain. Jeri put the mace down again and stepped up behind him, running her hands along the strong planes of his back, feeling the coiled, quivering muscles beneath his slick skin. The pattern of the stool backrest was firmly imprinted on his back and his beautiful, tight little ass. 

Subconsciously, she licked her lips when she stared at his ass and then found her hands hungrily grasping at it, squeezing and rolling, pulling his cheeks apart. Her head bent down and she took a mouthful of his smooth, hard ass inside her mouth and bit down, making him jump against the restraints. Her tongue swirled around his ass, up along the crack to where his back started to form. She made her hand look like a gun by curling her middle, ring and pink finger into her palm and ran her hand vertically down his crack, pressing her thumb into his virgin (she hoped) asshole and bumping the swaying mass of balls with her pointer finger. Her thumb pressed harder and he squirmed.

Like every guy, Ruslan knew about the girls called 'jammers', the kind of girls that would all of a sudden stick a finger up a guy's ass during sex without any sort of warning or question of consent. He had never been with one, he hadn't even thought about the unexplored sensations a stoked prostate might illicit.

Things like that never occurred to a person whose mission it was to simply bed as many women in the shortest amount of time.

"Tell me you like that," Jeri whispered hotly into his ear, "Tell me you like my finger against your asshole and tell me you want me to put my thumb in your ass and jerk you off."

Ruslan did exactly what she said. There was still lube all over Jeri's hand, and it was not painful at all when her thumb slipped into his hole.

"You're being fingered by your mother's sister," Jeri continued in a low, husky whisper, "How does it feel?" 

"Kinky." Ruslan panted, swaying from his bondage. 

Jeri laughed and bit the flesh of his bicep, leaving a ring of angry red marks. Her free hand slipped down his shoulder and chest, past his abs and took hold of his long ignored cock. She closed her fingers around it possessively and pumped it languorously.

She knew hand jobs weren't the best form of stimulation unless self-administered, but in truth she was worn out, all three of her holes were tender and she just wanted to end it all for the day.

She had to fight his cock every time she deviated from its natural perpendicular angle; it was like a stubborn dog pulling her by the leash, but she remained beside him, standing in the tub, rubbing her crotch against his hip and sliding her thumb around his terrific little asshole. 

She was searching for something, something he had probably never felt in any great degree before, except for maybe when he took a great big shit.

And when her fingers found that precious bit of hidden flesh she knew her nephew would be a wild ejaculator.

His cock thumped and jolted in her tight grasp, more so than she had seen on the video monitor the night before. His eyes, those big beautiful brown eyes, held hers, making her swoon and pump faster. He didn't blink as he approached his orgasm, he barley even panted. She could feel it though, feel the tensing of his body until he was a rock against her, feel the closing strength of his ass hole as it tried to get rid of her finger, felt the bucking of his cock begin to take over.

His eyes didn't leave hers and she felt that they were magnetized...she couldn't even look down as his cock began to erupt with geysers of hot, thick spunk.

Finally his eyes fluttered shut and his lips parted, the tip of his tongue falling out just a little bit. His knees buckled and the pain this caused in his wrists seemed only to heighten his rocketing orgasm. 

The jet of cum was so strong none of it had the chance to cling to his head and dribble onto her knuckles. Four great spurts, all of it landing on the marble wall just under a foot away.

His groan echoed in the tub and around the walls, rumbling against her breasts and shaking her pussy's core.

His cock kept heaving for just under a minute, twitching and jerking. And still her finger massaged his prostate.

"How was that for you?" she asked into his ear, he rolled his head slowly, childishly, and quite cutely, up and down. "I'm not going to let you down yet," she said, pulling her finger reluctantly from its newfound hiding spot. "I have something to do first."

She slapped his ass, eliciting a low arousing moan from Ruslan. She smiled, sat down in the tub and began licking his cum off the wall. It was still lava hot, salty and bitter but completely invigorating and kinky and nasty and everything Jeri was craving. If couldn't have tasted better if he had ejaculated whipping cream.

She kitten licked the thick liquid up with little pants and moans, knowing that Ruslan was probably absolutely disgusted with her. Good, let him get a glimpse of my freaky side, in not too long he'll be just as freaky. I can hear him behind me, getting all turned on.

He kept bucking his hips forward, pushing his cock through her tied up hair and knocking against the back of her head. Whether this was intentional or just side effects of orgasm aftershocks didn't matter to her...he was being hooked. 

She finished eating the last of his load, smacked her lips and turned her head, enveloping her nephews cock with her cummy lips, cleaning him of the last viscous drops.

Finally the ordeal was over. She was satisfied with a mouthful of cum and he was finally able to be released.

"Who's your favorite aunt?" She said, planting a great sloppy kiss on the tip of his cock. 

"You are," he moaned, eyes only half opened. 

"I'm going to let you down, Ruslan, but you can't leave this room. Not yet. You've been a very good boy so far but I can't have you running away. Not after your cock beat me. I have to make myself ready for you again. I will bring you some food later."

With that promise she let him down. She didn't grab for the mace and he didn't make any other move than to sink to the bottom of the tub.

"And an aspirin," he called after her, "Get me a fucking aspirin."

Jeri came back to the washroom once that day, with a glass of raspberry punch, two aspirins and a sandwich. She had thought of grinding a sleeping pill into the juice, but after thinking about it she chose not to. If he was knocked out she wouldn't be able to have much fun with him. She left everything on the floor beside the tub (he had fallen asleep on his own) and locked the door as she left. It was close to noon and she would have to keep her house-cleaner from coming into her room and discovering him. 

His falling asleep was actually a blessing; hopefully he would stay that way for the rest of the day, maybe even the night as well. She had to make preparations for their next encounter. In the bottom drawer of her bedroom she pulled out an instrument she had never used before. It was a dildo of sorts, shorter than most and had a thick white dial at the base of it. Around the diameter circumference of the dial small fractions were printed, adding up from a finger-width's 7/8" to an ass splitting 3 ¼". The measurements were for the diameter of the opening aperture, not the circumference.

She clicked the dial down to the smallest setting and got on her bed, throwing her legs back up over her head. She spat on the thin pink plug and wiggled inside her butt hole.

She listened for Ruslan in the washroom, for the moment he was silent.

Click. Click.

He fingers spun the dial and the plug expanded like a tailors bust. She dialed through the first inch and a half just fine, but as soon as she neared the two-inch mark she had to stop.

A little bit at a time was how to do it, she figured. There hadn't been a measuring tape in the bathroom, but she guess that when Ruslan was fully hard his dick was at least four inches at its widest point. Good Christ, she thought if that cock was from his dad then he would have been better off marrying me.

She let her legs fall slowly back to the mattress and then rolled off and headed for the closet, wincing a little with each step. She would keep the dilating dildo in her ass all day, clicking it a little every hour and making sure to walk around a lot. Maybe by tonight she would be ready for him.

She pulled a fresh robe from a hanger and slung it over her nude skin, heading as she did so for the sunroom to think of new ways of corrupting her nephew.



Jeri Ryan Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Chains and Chopsticks

Ruslan awoke to the sound of clinking metal and heavy breathing. His lids shot open and he bolted awake, instantly wishing he hadn't woken at all. His biceps felt like they were near tearing, his shoulders were only another inch from dislocating.

Somehow, during his restless sleep, his aunt had chained him in the bathtub. He was on his back still, and his limbs were cuffed, but there was something holding them all together. His arms were bound tight, and after testing his legs he found them to be just as restrained. He could wiggle his body around a little in the tub, but not enough to budge his bondage.

"Tight?" His aunt's husky voice startled him, the room was dark and she was sitting on the stool, nearly invisible. "I used the chain the gardener keeps for blocking off the pathways. There wasn't a lot of it so I had to make it really tight."

Ruslans eyes strained, there was a dark square shape in her bare lap, something he didn't want her to have.

Snap. 

The flash went off, searing his retinas and throwing the dark room into a strange echo of dark red and throbbing blue-white. "A memory," she explained, setting the camera down with a click on the counter. The stool scraped back as she stood and padded over to him. She stepped into the tub with him, sinking her naked body down against him, like a heavy blanket.

"We're going to have some more fun," she whispered, her lips tasting his earlobe. "The more you move, the more it's going to hurt." 

And then her lips widened and wetly closed around his entire ear, her tongue slithered out along his cartilage, flaring up the left side of his body with familiar electricity. 

"More fun, like before?" He asked as she feasted on his ear. He felt her smile against his skin, 

"No." She nibbled, "Better."

She rose up from his ear and reached behind her head to the bun of hair that glinted dully in the light. His eyes were still afflicted with spots of black and he couldn't see that she removed a long silver chopstick. 

Great waterfalls of softness fell across her shoulders and tickled her nipples ever so lightly. "I'm going to turn a light on so you can see what I'm doing," she said, stepping from the tub and flicking on a lamp that was unwisely placed above the tub on a narrow ledge.

When the light caught the polished chopstick Ruslans mind was washed with confusion. She had fingered his ass already, and her finger was much larger than that chopstick...

How would that make any sense?

Jeri stayed outside the tub and got to her knees and knelt over the tub with the porcelain lip propping up her breasts.

"I know you don't know what this is for," she bragged, scraping the narrow tip along the ripples of his abs. He shook his head.

The tip scraped slowly downwards, bending his short pubic hairs and tickling him as it moved. Then it stopped, just above where his penis started to form from his pelvis. She pressed down and watched as the flesh tugged towards that sharp point, the movement of flesh flopped his lengthy cock from one side to the other.

It instinctively began to throb, rising up slowly like a mechanic's jack.

Jeri spoke, "This will only work if you're really, really hard. So I'm going to rub you a little."

"Use your mouth," Ruslan requested, "Please."

Jeri grinned, "My mouth?" she repeated, "Okay. But only because this next part isn't going to be much fun." Then she added, "For you, anyways."

She knelt further over the lip of the tub and took his limp, but growing cock head between her lips. She massaged the firming member with her lips and tongue just long enough to make it rise fully. When it came to a final state of rigidity (it was amazing to her that a cock that heavy didn't just flop back onto his stomach, but it never did,) she found herself getting just a little wet between the thighs. Her legs and torso were very much near a ninety-degree angle.

"Do you have a sensitive cock?" The cock in her mouth muffled her words but Ruslan understood.

"No," he admitted, "Sometimes a girl can't get me off if she's really wet."

"Really?" Jeri smiled, "You need lots of friction."

"I guess."

A fingernail scraped dully at the skin just under his cock, "Do you feel that?"

"Not really."

She dipped her mouth down onto his head and playfully nibbled. "That?"

"A little."

She frowned, "When did you get circumcised?"

He raised his head at the odd question. "When I was thirteen. I guess my parents thought it should be my decision."

"Your parents are fucked up;" Jeri scoffed with disgust, "That's why you're insensitive. There should be a nerve here," her nail scraped the same spot as before; "it was cut. You only feel the numbness during sex because your brain was used to it being there."

Ruslan would have shrugged but his chains were too tight.

Jeri, shaking her head, let go of his cock and pulled a bottle of lube from under the tub. She squeezed a bit onto the tip of his cock and worked it along the length of him, rubbing his balls for good measure. And when she began to lube up the chopstick her plan became clear.

Instantly his hard-on started to fade and she noticed, "Oh no you don't," she quickly pumped his shaft until it was raging again.

Before he could slacken again she brought the chopstick's narrow point down against his gaping piss hole.

"This is going to be fun," she probed him with the cool piece of metal, "You have a foot long cock, but this thing is only eight inches. If you squirm around I could lose it."

He was motionless.

"Are you going to complain?" She asked him, slipping the tip of the steel chopstick in just a millimeter,

He shook his head and she smiled, turning back to his cock with the focus and intensity of a brain surgeon.

With the two strongest fingers in her left hand she pinched the lowest point of his cock. She knew if the rod went past that (the internet had called it the Hobb's Curve) she would be in serious danger of puncturing or ripping something he would need to piss.

He could possibly even end up with a punctured bladder. But the rest of his tube (all twelve throbbing inches of it) was more than safe to play with. He might even find himself enjoying it. Jeri had met many men on the internet who said that some of the most intense penile nerves were somewhere down that dark tunnel.

"How does that feel?" She said, rubbing the first inch of the chopstick around his head. His face was pulled tight, not out of pain, but more in dread. "Sharp? Does it need more lube?"

He nodded and she obliged.

The next insertion was much slower and much deeper. The chopstick began to sink harder as it gently tapered. Five inches down and finally a deep gasp escaped his lips. 

"It's getting tight," she smiled, "Now your cock knows what my ass felt like this morning." She pushed slowly in another inch. His eyes began to water.

Another inch of slick silver vanished. "That's right," she mumbled, "Stay hard. Look at my tits, they make you hard don't they?"

"Yeah," he gulped. "They're great."

She smiled, almost blushing. Another inch was down. She was holding the remainder of the chopstick with her fingertips.

"Should I go any further?" She asked him. He didn't make any move to answer, but his eyes were wide and his lips trembled. "I would take it all," she said, "I would love to be you right now, chained up and at the mercy of someone else. I know what you must be feeling. You're not feeling the pain, you're feeling your heart pounding, adrenaline clogging up your veins. It's the danger," she explained, "And the thrill. It's better than anything else a girl could do to you. It makes me fucking wet just thinking about."

"We aren't all stunned in the head, Jeri." He chuckled, "Some of us like plain old vanilla sex."

With a final cold thrust she pushed the last of the chopstick into his piss hole. The fat end of the stick was large, maybe a quarter of an inch, and wasn't able to slide down any further under its own power.

"Squeeze your cock," she told him. He made a constipated face and the tip of the stick popped up just enough for her to get her fingernails around it and pull it up.

"Good boy," she rewarded him with a long, tight stroke.

The next time she put the chopstick in she wasn't slow. Once again she pushed the end flush with the tip of his cock.

"Don't try and get that out," she warned, moving her hand between the squish of his thighs and feeling around for his asshole. She found it and scraped him a little with her nails until she put two fingers in him.

"Oh," he moaned, bucking his hips just a little. She pressed hard, fighting the youthful tightness that resisted her. At the second knuckle she stopped.

"You're an ass hound," she purred, her lips close to his stuffed cock, "are you a little faggot? You want men to plug your ass full of cock?"

"No, no, no" he groaned as her fingers twisted and jerked inside him, "No!"

"Good," she licked his great crown; salty precum was oozing out around the chopstick, and she said, "I didn't think so."

Then her mouth encased his cock and she sucked deeply, huge hollows formed in her cheeks and throat.

Inch by inch the chopstick came out until it hit the back of her throat.

"Go to sleep." 

She pulled her fingers from his ass and used her teeth to pull the last of the steel from his cock. It clattered to the marble floor and she walked out of the room.



Jeri Ryan Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Stove Tops and Turned Tables

The next time Ruslan woke up he dryly remarked, even before he opened his eyes, that if he was back in his own bed back in Seattle and this all had been a dream, he would go right back to sleep.

His limbs were mobile, but the cold press of the bathtub beneath him confirmed what he knew to be true. This was not just some sick dream. This was not some Freudian slip of his subconscious telling him he was a sexual deviant deep down at his core.

It was a cold hard truth.

Slowly his eyes opened. The room was light again, a brilliant, piercing light that hurt his constricted pupils. He sat up in the tub and looked around stiffly. The chain was still beside the tub; his cuffs were still firmly in place. He supposed he had been wearing them for more than a day and the red skin beneath them proved it. Slowly he stood, finding himself still a little weak and sore.

Ruslans eyes snapped open. All sense of time was lost to him; the skylight was dark, but not so dark as to appear pitch black. His mouth was dry and felt puffy and his lip was still throbbing. He touched it, a little dried blood transferred to his fingertips.

His rib was still sore as, and turning a dark purple. Thankfully the headache was mostly gone. At the sink he ran cold water and cleaned his lip and washed his face. As he dried his face he caught a glimpse of his naked body in a full-length mirror. The teeth marks she had left on his ass and shoulder were a dark red. Shit, she's a freak.

The marks on his skin were tender to the touch and he shuffled around the cupboards for antiseptics or iodine.

He couldn't find anything and his mind slipped back to the hours before when his aunt had explained why she wanted to push him so far. She was a rough girl, he supposed, she probably had been that way all her life. Maybe regular sex meant nothing to her. She had confessed, possibly by mistake, that it was the hunt of the thrill and the possibility of danger that made her hot. That wasn't normal, but he had heard of such things. Power games, Fem-Dom's, kinky sex. It all sounded like an episode of CSI.

The two sets of handcuffs around his ankles clattered along the marble as he walked to the door and tried the knob. It was still locked, of course, just as she had promised.

But she wasn't a dominator, he thought, at least not completely. She had confessed that she wanted the same sort of uncooked, passionate treatment. Perhaps everything leading up to this point in time had just been to prime him, crack down his patterned notions of sex and pleasure. Was she trying to boil him into a state where he would lash back at her with tenfold of what she had given him? 

The door snapped open and his aunt stepped through. She looked surprised to see him awake, but not as surprised as Ruslan was to see her completely dolled up in a lacy black corset. He stared at her crookedly, wondering why she would go to this extent, with her breasts looking incredibly huge and round and her waist cinched up tight as a straw.

Was she trying to seduce him?

A matching set of black lace panties clung to the flatness of her pubic mound, a narrow teardrop of fabric was all that covered her pussy lips. Garter straps furrowed down the front of her thighs and dug into the supple curve of her ass, attaching firmly to tightly woven black nylon stockings.

She looked like a million bucks.

"Why the hell would your husband divorce you?" Ruslan let out the question with a low admiring whistle.

"He liked to fuck little boys more than he liked to fuck me."

"So do you." Ruslan laughed, but cowered back when she raised the now familiar can of mace to his face.

"Shut up." And then, with less anger, "You've been sleeping a long time. It must be a teenager thing. I was getting bored."

Ruslan noticed that she had applied make up as well, darkening her lashes and blushing her cheeks and glossing over her lips with a dark red coat of paint. A new scent bubbled around her and fanned out whenever she moved her hair. She smelled like a new woman.

Ruslan stood, eating her up with his eyes. He was still naked, and his cock twitched in the open air.

"Are you ready for play time? A lopsided smile tugged at her red lips, smugness showed in her eyebrows. 

"Can I ask you something?" Ruslan asked. She nodded, "Why go to the trouble getting all sexy for a rape?"

"I like looking sexy," she swooned, and then blew him a kiss, "besides, you can't rape the willing. You are willing aren't you?"

He didn't answer. 

"Get back on the stool," she ordered.

Fuck.

He looked down at the stool and remembered how hard the bars had pressed into him and how much hurt he had been in during her first assault. He wanted to dodge away, capture her and turn her plan upside down. But she held the can of mace, didn't she? How could he resist?

Jeri prodded Ruslans ass with a toe, prompting him towards the stool. She watched him set it upright and sit down on the small round seat. Even though she was primed and ready for another freak fuck, she didn't really want to do it on the stool. Quickly a plot formed in her mind.

"I'll clip you in," she offered, "Just because I'm such a gracious lady."

Gracious, right, she thought jadedly, a gracious woman would not think about impaling herself on her nephews cock...not even if it was the biggest one she had ever seen.

Ruslan eyed her mace as she swayed forward, eying it more than her prominently displayed breasts or barely-there panties. It was the mace he wanted most of all, for the moment at least.

And Jeri was prepared to give it to him.

"Legs," she ordered, kicking his shins until they lined up with the back bars again. "Good."

She made a show of placing the mace on the countertop and knelt down to fasten the cuffs.

Ruslan exploded in a flurry of motion, jumping from the stool and kicking is backwards into a wall. His hand lashed out and smacked that fucking red can underneath the toilet. His aunt started at the sudden noise and motion, fell back onto her ass and tried desperately to shuffle away.

He chased her out the door and reached for the hem of her corset but only got a hold of a garter strap. 

The thin black strap snapped off and his aunt rocketed for the door. She had just turned the corner on the other side of the closet when Ruslan barreled into her, sending both their bodies sprawling on the carpet in a mess of naked limbs and tense muscles.

"Fuck you!" She screamed, pawing and kicking him off her body. She managed to get back on her feet and out the bedroom door before Ruslan was able to untangle his limbs and follow her. Her feet slipped as they hit the hardwood of the hall and she momentarily fell to a knee. Panic pressed around her like a collapsing tunnel and she looked back, expecting Ruslan to already be on top of her, but he was still in the bedroom.

Back on her feet she ran down the hall and grabbed a stair post and used her momentum to slide herself in a circle and down the stairs.

Ruslan was only a breath behind her now, she could hear him swearing and panting. She could even hear his cock slapping against his thighs.

She had just reached the kitchen doorway in the living room when he caught her, one strong hand grabbing a fistful of her hair and the other grabbing at her waist. 

She screamed, fell to the floor and ate a mouthful of white carpet, thankful he had not overtaken her just a couple feet further or she would have chipped a tooth on the kitchen's red tile. His knee pressed against the middle of her back to hold her bucking body in place.

"What's the matter?" Ruslan said gruffly into her ear, "This is what you want, isn't it? You wanted to fuck!" His hand fished in her ass crack and wrapped possessively around the narrow thong of her expensive lace panties, "Well, honey, we're going to fuck!" He snapped the panties off her, baring her cunt to the abrasive rubbing of the rug. He pulled her head up with the hair he still held, staring down at her. "You want it rough, don't you?"

She blinked away tears, the pain in her scalp was more intense than she had imagined. Her ploy had counted on Ruslan chasing her, but this violence was unexpected. She wasn't scared, although she knew she was playing a fine line with her nephew's temper.

The only way to calm the situation down was to channel all his energy into lust.

"Answer me, Jeri," he barked, "Do you want it rough?"

"Yes," she choked, acting surprised, "But you won't do it. You won't fuck me like I need to be fucked."

Ruslan chuckled against her ear, pushing his mouth deeper into the wild tangle of golden locks, "Why the hell not? You don't think I learned a few things from yesterday? It was fun, the way you tied me up and used me. I bet that is how you want it too. Or do you only get off on being dominant?" His laughter died and next words were so completely serious that they chilled Jeri's heart, "I'm going to let you do it again, if that's what you want. For real."

"But—"Jeri stammered, the way he was talking now, deep and full of heat, sparked her own lust and her heart started to drum behind her ears.

He shook his head, "Don't act surprised. The way you rubbed your hot, sexy body against me woke something up in me." He paused, let a hand slide hungrily back down his aunt's butt crack. He slowly tightened his fingers around the bottom of her cheek, turning the skin red and hot "Something deep down that gets off on this shit." His grip loosened and his open palm came sharply down across her thigh. "But I want something before I let you come back at me. I want to prove to you that I'm not the ignorant fuck you think I am. I can make you squirm and cum and beg for me to stop"

"I will never beg for that," she promised. 

He grunted disbelievingly and shook his head. "Let's find out."

She couldn't believe her ears. "I would like that." 

Her voice was a barely audible whimper. 

"I know you would." He stepped off her back and pulled her up by the rear of her corset. He snagged her wrists and yanked her into the kitchen. He shoved her up against the side of the counter with such a force that she fell back onto it. "Ah!" she yelped, stopping herself from sliding off the other side.

And then his hand was on her ankle, whipping her around so that her face was looking up at his abs. He kissed her then, remarkably well, in her mind. It wasn't a loving kiss, or even a swooning one, but it was full of passion and lust and it lit a fire in her loins all the same. She panted and groaned against his pressing mouth, accepting his forceful tongue and pushing back defiantly with her own. 

Their mouths rolled together in this manner for a while until his cock was hovering rigidly at ear level. He lifted up and she let his lower lip loose from between her teeth. It snapped back against his teeth, bleeding a little.

She tasted the iron on her tongue and it made her as excited as when she licked his cum off the bathroom wall. 

"Fuck," Ruslan growled, grabbing both sides of her face. His cock twitched. "You've made me bleed again." 

She licked her lips, seeing that she had transferred a lot of her lipstick to his mouth and chin. "I'm a vampire," she joked.

"Yes, you are. I've never kissed like that before." 

With pressing hands he pulled her until her head left the counter entirely and hung off the edge. "You ready for round two?"

"Three," she corrected him, looking at the great swaying mass of his testicles as they moved closer to her forehead. The hot skin pressed against her face, sliding up until it surrounded her nose and finally fell into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue all along it, feeling his balls split and press against her cheeks. He slid down her face further until her tongue was no longer on his balls but on the grassy knoll just behind them. And then, his ass.

Her tongue flashed out at his hole, darting in like a minnow trying to hide in a coral reef. Loud moans and girlish cries of delight escaped her wide lips. His asshole, that perfect, glorious, small little pucker that tasted so deliciously taboo she wished it would never leave her mouth. She made sweet, mouthy love to it, working her wet tongue all over it then pressed her mouth hard against it. Swirling, snooping, sponging saliva. 

The rest of her body seemed numb to stimulation when she had his perfect little ass on her face, he was slapping her thighs, but the sensation seemed miles away. He was pulling her hair too, but the pain was muted, almost non-existent.

She was in anal-worshipping heaven.

And then it was over.

He pulled off her face and grabbed her jaw, forcing it open as he did so. She panted like a mutt, her tongue was still hungry for the kink hidden between his muscular ass cheeks. He wanted other things though, and it was his turn to be in charge.

The vengeful tip of his cock pressed against her smudged lips, corkscrewing with a steady pressure until his head vanished behind her thinned lips. 

"Oh, shit," he groaned, "That's what I fucking want. You're going to apologize," he pushed the tip against the wall of her left cheek and slapped the bulge he had created. Then he popped it out, expecting her to talk.

Her tongue wafted after it, chasing it as far as he would let her. "I'm sorry," she pleaded; he was holding her head again and keeping her from reaching his dick. "I'm sorry I hurt your cock."

He smiled, gratified; at least for the moment.

Back into her mouth went his cock head, and then further. He held the back of her head and lifted it enough, using the slightly numb tip of his dick like a sounding rod, finding a path that seemed to be the easiest.

He found it.

Her molars scraped him, lighting up trails of pain/pleasure along his member as it went deeper inside her throat. A final forceful push got him in completely; there was no plan to stop. 

Jeri's throat was spreading much easier than her pussy or ass had the night before. She admitted to herself that this was what she wanted: a monster cock invading her throat with the raping force of a bullet train.

She just wished she could breathe.

Inch after inch of his throbbing flesh continued to violate, rubbing her gag reflex and making her throat raw and raspy. 

But he didn't stop.

His balls approached her slowly like a tramcar floating on its wire until once again they were on her forehead, soft as shaving cream and wet with sweat.

In a blink her nephew pulled out of her throat and she gagged, spitting up saliva onto her cheeks. His cock held quite a lot of her spit as well and he rubbed it all over her face. 

"That was good," he laughed, watching her cough and gasp. "But I want to do it faster."

"Bring it on, bastard," she gagged, opening her mouth again.

This time he was not slow, and he definitely was not gentle.

He raped her mouth, ignoring the painful friction of her teeth, and tried to stab her lungs. Once maximum depth had been drilled he pumped down and she began to scream.

There was pain in her, great thunderclaps of beautiful and ephemeral pain. Her screams were muffled, coming out in muted volumes as her nephew fucked her vocal cords raw.

Tears thinned her eye shadow and dropped to the floor, but she didn't want it to stop.

When he was fully in her again he slapped her throat to see if he could feel it on his cock and she nearly threw up.

She fought the reflex by swallowing the entire twelve inches, right up to the sac. It seemed impossibly large in her throat. She couldn't nod or even turn her head a fraction of an inch the rod was so hard and steady.

At last he pulled out and her aching jaw felt like it was ready to fall right off her face. But she was still hungry...

"Are you playing with your pussy?" Ruslan asked, noticing that one of her hands was tucked between her squirming thighs.

"Yes," her voice was nearly destroyed and it hurt to talk.

"Don't." 

She obediently pulled her hand away from her clit. He smiled and bent to bite her shoulder. His teeth marks very nearly matched the ones she had left on him.

She yelped as he bit down, nearly jumping off the counter.

"How do you get this off?" Ruslan asked, tugging at her corset. She rolled on her side and exposed the zipper. He pulled the tab and it split open like cut flesh it was so tight.

The corset ended up being tossed back into the living room.

"Hmm," Ruslan moaned, roughly grabbing fistfuls of her freed breasts. There were still lacy imprints in the skin from the tight restraints. 

Ever since that night in the pool he had wanted to tear into her breasts. They were so faultless in their smooth roundness, right down to the erect nipples that he now molested with his mouth.

He spat and squeezed and tugged at her chest, leaving teeth marks and handprints and raw, aroused flesh as he went. She bucked and arched her back, helping him to eat her up further. He journey around her breasts like a restless nomad until finally, with a piercing shriek of joy ripping from her lips, Jeri felt his teeth take possession of her left nipple. The thrill that charged from her toes up her spine to the top of her neck was pure, delicious pleasure.

Stabs of lightning flashed into her pussy as he twisted his teeth and ground the hard bud, she even felt his tongue wetly stroking her. He was a pro, a true breast lover. 

"Harder," she shrieked, pushing her tits up harder against his face, a thin film of sweat was condensing on her skin and Ruslan savored the intimate, passionate flavor, "Harder! Fucking HARDER!"

He chomped down and raised his head, lifting her breast along with him until it was as taut as a tent top.

Then he let is loose and she let out a long, gasping wail as it set back into place.

More teeth marks marred her perfect breast, rimming her areola. The nipple itself was even more inflamed. She didn't stop making noise as he spun her back around on the counter and pulled her into his arms.

She was panting, weak at the knees and begging for more.

That pissed him off. He had just nearly bit clean through her nipple, wasn't that enough pain, enough thrill for her? 

"Why did you fucking stop?" She taunted him, pinching the nipple he had just released, "I can take more than that."

"Yeah?" He pushed her again the countertop, wedging his cock like a javelin under her ribs. 

"Yeah." She held his gaze as defiantly as she could.

He grunted and reached for a nearby dishtowel and cleaned the drying saliva and running mascara off her face. 

"You're going to have to stay pretty if you want me to keep fucking you," he warned, "I like my women hot, not looking like a crack whore."

She pouted, not bringing up the fact that her lipstick was all over his face and he looked every bit as ridiculous as she did.

He tossed the towel away and picked her clean off the floor. She gasped, feeling the air being squeeze out of her lungs. But he put her down a few seconds later, in front of the stove.

She was still face to face with him and their mouths mashed together in another frenzy of tongues and teeth and drool. He leaned into her forcefully, one hand reaching for a dial.

The stovetop was a smooth, dark sheet of glass, and just a couple inches under the lower left burner an element flared to life.

The red glow caught Jeri's attention and she stopped kissing him as suddenly as he had started kissing her. A lump of panic caught in her throat and she embraced it, turning willingly around in his embrace.

She didn't bother asking him what he was planning to burn; the answer would have taken the edge off. 

"Whimper for me," Ruslan snapped, grabbing the back of her neck and inching her down until her un-molested nipple swung five inches from the surface of the stovetop.




Jeri Ryan Ch. 04



Her heart was belting out hard thumps, not so much a steady rhythm now but a deep vibrating hum. His voice, which was hot against her ear and full of threat, pushed her adrenaline even further than the glowing stovetop could have.

She whimpered, and then screamed as her nipple touched the stovetop.

In a breath it was off and she had to force herself to breathe again. It had hurt, but not as much as touching a curling iron or hot muffler had. 

The heat was low and the element was a long ways away. It actually felt good.

And then he put a finger in her ass.

"Oh, fuck," she groaned, enjoying the deep, penetrating wiggle. She closed her eyes and Ruslan shoved her back down again to the heat.

She made noises this time that he had heard women make in porno flicks. Once again he pulled her back in under a second and then put another finger in her ass.

She was muttering now like a fever patient, a jumbled garble of words and sounds that made no sense.

"Are you begging me to stop?" He asked. He stretched her asshole with a third finger. She shook her head, lips moving with silent words of defiance.

The next time her nipple—which was still hard as a diamond—hit the stove top he didn't pull her away as fast and the heat really had a chance to build up.

With her nipple on the stovetop and three of her nephews' fingers in her ass, her battered and raw body hit its first orgasm. It was a great, chugging steam-powered orgasm that seemed completely out of place in their current situation, but she came in despite of it all, and couldn't stop it. It was like a train running down the tracks into a mountainside.

He pulled her off the stove and threw her to the ground; wet streaks were left behind as her pussy slid across the red tile.

"Aunty Jeri," Ruslan fell to her side, worry on his face. To him her screams had not sounded like an orgasm, but true, heart wrenching pain. For a second he was mortified of what he had just done, but as soon as he glanced at her frothing slit he knew the situation was not as he had thought. "You're fucked up," he mumbled, touching her pussy.

She moaned through tight lips and smiled, opening her thighs for him.

But he didn't put his fingers inside her, at least not in her pussy. Instead he put them in her mouth for her to lick and suck and nibble on.

"Good," he said, "Good girl."

Both her nipples were red, but both were still very hard and neither were bleeding. The right one was still hot to the touch, but it was blister-less and a little ice would settle her down. But he didn't give her any ice, at least, not yet, he still had wood he needed to get rid of.

"Where are you taking me," she asked as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her from the kitchen.

"Living room," he said, "Your little asshole is going to go another round with my dick."

She smiled, knowing she was ready for him.

"Don't use any lube," she told him, "I want you to feel everything."

"I wasn't planning on it," Ruslan chuckled as they reached the middle of the room. Jeri instantly got herself ready by rolling onto her hands and knees and thrust her ass as high in the air as it would go. 

Ruslan let it sway there for a moment, enjoying the display. She looked back at him and spread her knees a little more. With a finger she poked her own butt hole, then drew it out and beckoned him with it. Come hither, it said, show me what you have.

Ruslan feared for his aunt enough to let her drool a little on his cock, she complained about it, naturally, but he insisted. It was always great to have her lips on him, no matter the location.

With the freshly wetted rod he shuffled behind her and grabbed a hold of each hemisphere of her ass. He kneaded the soft, juicy flesh between his fingers for a moment, and then put his head against her.

For a moment he had to wrestle with her and she did her best not to make any sounds. It was still tight, but she knew her spreader had done the trick.

"Look at this," Ruslan said while tapping the stretched ring of her sphincter, "It's gone completely white. I've stretched all the blood out of your asshole."

She believed him.

This time his dick didn't have to stop after the head, it kept going, filling her with the same marvelous sensation she had felt with her pussy. The head was so big, so well defined from the rest of his unit that it was what she felt the most, grinding up her like a drill bit. Her butt was long and the deeper he got the better he felt. He was better than any set of anal beads or funny shaped butt plug.

His cock was the toy she had always wanted, even back when she had just been a thirteen year old girl sticking wooden spoons inside her.

Jeri Lyn Ryan's anal itch was finally being scratched.

He went balls deep on the first thrust, and then didn't waste time in drawing out and doing it again until his balls slapped against her soaked cunt lips. Again he bounded into her, faster this time, jolting her a little against the carpet.

She reached out to steady herself but he leaned forward and caught her wrists, twisting them back until he held them firmly clasped behind her back. She whimpered.

"This is fucking indescribable," Ruslan, said, pumping once more into her, "How did you get so wide? What did you do?"

She mumbled something incoherent. Sweat was matting her hair against her face and a bit of it was even stuck between her lips but she made no move to blow it out. Her body was lit up with sensations like the New York City skyline; things like speech and reason were only lost memories.

His cock was in her, which was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Taking a wrist in each hand he pulled her shoulders back until the blades nearly touched, and then he began fucking his aunt's ass as fast and hard as he thought possible.

It was the steak cooking friction that got him more than the tightness or the taboo of it all. His aunt was right, his cock needed to be treated like this.

In a way it also made him understand her need for pain. 

"Harder!" She yelled, finding her voice again, "Fuck me HARDER!" 

In and out his cock pumped, and with each kinky thrust a great pool of warmth began to radiate all through his body. In a few seconds he was ready to cum, and he told his aunt to get ready.

"No," she begged, snapping back into lucidity, "Not yet, not now."

"I can't stop it," he grumbled, still bouncing in and out of her ass.

"I can make you stop," she told him, "Please, let me just have a little longer. I can cum again if you keep fucking my ass this hard. I won't even have to touch my pussy."

Ruslan shook his head; her ass felt way to fucking fantastic. He just wanted to jizz in her and ride the high of ecstasy. 

"Please," she begged, "It'll be great."

"Fine," he snarled, pulling out and taking several deep breaths to chase the orgasm away.

It was still there, broiling in his testicles when she put her fingers back in his ass.

"What the fuck?" He looked down, "You did this yesterday and I exploded in seconds."

"That was different," she shook her head, wiggling her middle finger into his puckered tunnel; "I was jerking you off at the same time. If I just rub this spot here," she was a master at finding his g-spot now and her stroking fingertip actually chased away the dull ache of his pending climax. "There," she smiled up at him with her smudged lips, "its going away isn't it?"

"Yeah, a little."

"Good." 

He shuffled a little bit in his stance, stepping closer to her and spreading his legs a little.

And then everything just caught up with him: the sight of Jeri's breasts slick with sweat, all her gorgeous blond hair tousled and wild, her pussy, the thin knobs of her knees and the curve of her ass and the bite marks and hickeys on her breasts; it all just came rushing up at him with the force of a catapult and not even her rubbing finger could chase it away.

Like the first time he had cum with Jeri he didn't make any noise, he didn't even show any signs of buildup (except for the swelling of his cock and the pulse of his heart, but Jeri wasn't looking for those things) and it was too late for her to get her face out of the way.

She had been looking at his chest and her head was on an upward tilt and before she realized it, she was breathing his cum down through her nose.

The first rope splashed like a whip mark up the bridge and into her eye, misting like dew on her eyebrow and lashes. The second and third shot straight up her nostrils. A fourth and soon after a fifth (both less powerful shots) dribbled on her lips and chin.

"Shit," Ruslan laughed, "what now, slut? Your nostrils are glued shut with my fucking sperm. I guess you don't know what you're doing after all.

With defiant eyes she pulled her finger from his ass and stood face to face with him. She placed the finger against her right nostril and in a great slurp, inhaled all the semen that was there. She did the same with the other nostril, and then showed him the collection pooled on her tongue. Normally she would have gulped it all down, but his orgasm had been too angry and mean-spirited.

She spat the load right out onto his chest.

"Fuck you, asshole."

He chuckled.

"Fuck you, too."

They smiled at each other.

"We're both going to hell," Ruslan observed, looking down at his cum which had so far made an incredible round trip journey.

"We haven't even begun yet," she laughed. Her nipples ached and needed ointment, her ass and throat were gaping and raw and she still hadn't had her second orgasm. He hadn't even touched her pussy yet...

But she was satisfied. The wet glint of his seed was all that was left. She knew that if she went back to his cum he would own her, at least mentally, and that she would have to work extra hard to break him down again.

She couldn't resist. 



Ruslan had been in Chicago for close to eighty hours and he chuckled to think about how many of those hours he had actually been clothed. Twelve maybe? Probably less.

In fact, he had grown so comfortable with being naked in his aunt's mansion that he didn't bother to dress for the rest of the week.

Jeri didn't seem to mind.

For three days they had barely touched each other, but even with the lack of sexual stimulation he didn't leave the mansion. The thought of picking up vacationing college girls struck him now as being completely plain and unsatisfying. No college honey would understand the way his cock needed to be handled. So he stayed, talking and swimming and making out with his Aunt. Every night he would jerk off on the couch while Jeri sat across the room watching TV or reading. She would look at him with a glint of sexual hunger in her eyes, but wouldn't get up to touch him.

His skin was healing; all the aches were gone. Jeri was healing quickly as well. He watched her in the shower one morning, checking her over like a recently repaired car. Her tender nipples had returned to normal and the bruises from his bites had completely disappeared as well. She had handed him the soap and he washed her asshole for her. Slightly overcome with the sensation of touching her wet skin he put his finger in her. 

"Just because we fucked like Savages does not mean we have to look like savages," Jeri said, pulling away from his hand, "no more hard sex until Saturday."

"Fine," Ruslan smiled, catching how she had only limited their contact to hard sex.

On Friday night as she was walking down the hallway to her bed he passed her and said, "I'm going to fuck you tomorrow," 

She turned into the doorway and looked back smiling and blew him a kiss, "You have no idea, baby."

And then she was gone.

Ruslan was sleeping a lot since he had come to Chicago, but Friday night, no matter the amount of tossing and turning and sit-ups, he could not fall asleep. His eyes wouldn't even close.

He felt like a kid the night before Christmas, or maybe a devil worshiper the night before Halloween. 

Expectancy sung through his body and he felt the urge to run marathons and fuck carnivals full of girls...

But he knew that would not help. He needed Jeri.

Without a second though he rolled out of bed, looking at the ceiling where he thought the camera was located. Cold tile chilled his feet and quickly after that, cold concrete, as he ran to the house. There was a chance that Jeri was watching him, but maybe it didn't matter. Technically it was Saturday. He creaked into the kitchen, wincing as he bumped his swelling dick on the catch of the French door. 

The door clicked behind him and he snuck up the stairs to the main hallway. The floor was carpeted here and muffled his steps as he neared his aunt's bedroom. With a quick pause to peek in and see his aunt in her bed, he slipped into her room.

A clock on her night table cast a pale blue shadow across her exposed face and torso. She had on a thin black nightie. Black seemed to be her choice of color, no matter the occasion. A spaghetti strap had fallen from her shoulder and the askew corner it was meant to hold up had fallen low on her breast. A nipple was peeking through. 

Ruslan used the balls of his feet and tried desperately to calm his pounding head. Of course Jeri couldn't hear the noise, it would be silly to think so, but he imagined she could.

She didn't stir as he finally reached the edge of her bed, nor did she stir when he gently tugged the corner of her blanket down past her waist.

The bottom of her nightie ended in lace and it had bunched and drawn up enough to show the slick, smooth skin of her pubic mound. Her thighs were closed and he couldn't see her pussy.

But sight was still enough to make him hard, the kind of hard that high school boys get when they see a Victoria's Secret catalogue.

Within a minute his cock was suspended over her moving chest, the nipple just barely avoiding contact.

He wanted to whisper to her, whisper deep secrets that would either make her proud to be fucking him or sick with disgust. He wouldn't have admitted it, hell, he would prefer death, but she had really put the hook in him. It wasn't a matter of their blood relation anymore; it was about them, just them, two people with the same proclivities and passions.

He chuckled inwardly, passions. It was so much more than that. There wasn't a word created that explained why they loved the fucked up sensations they did.

It was just natural.

He began to jerk off, slowly at first, his eyes raking over her quiet form. He tugged with both hands eventually and felt the familiar ache of his orgasm start to grow wings. 

She shuffled, rolling her shoulders as if she was dreaming of sliding down a waterslide, and her legs inched apart. For a brief second the dim shine of cobalt lit up her archway.

He came, keeping his eyes riveted to her pussy and his grunts as quiet as possible.

He drained his balls onto her face, cumming with a splash into her hair and onto her chest. The bulk of it though sat murkily in the hollow beside her nose and between her closed lips.

He blushed with accomplishment and admired his work. The sight of it all, bathed in blue, gave him chills as if he was listening to a Johnny Cash song.

And when it all came to a thudding, regretful halt he saw something that made him worry. His aunt's laptop was on a nearby desk, its screen dark, but there was enough light from the window to illuminate the most important object.

A picture of him chained to the bathtub.

He went to the desk and picked up the picture, which looked like it had been printed from a home printer, and then saw the scanner which was cabled to the laptop.

Suspiciously he put his finger on the touch pad and the screen blurred to life. His picture was there too, labeled ignominiously with the file name Ruslan_rape1.JPG. 

Her internet browser was open and he opened her browser history. She had only visited four sites that day, and one of them had been her email provider. He cringed and clicked on her recent documents tab.

His picture had been the last file to be opened. He had no doubt that she had emailed it to someone, he wouldn't be able to figure out whom unless he had the password to her email account.

He quickly looked back at his aunt, she was still sleeping and the mess of goo was starting to drool down the side of her face onto the pillow.

Time was perhaps a little short so he closed the browser and put the machine back to sleep and snuck out of the room.



With his balls empty he fell asleep easily and wasn't woken up until his aunt slapped him coldly in the face.

She was sitting on his chest, naked as the day she was born, one hand pressing into his throat and the other wailing against his jaw.

The skin was reddening, but his eyes told her not to stop.

"You insolent little FUCK!" She screamed, hitting him now with both palms. His brilliant smile weathered her assault, no matter how hard she kept hitting him. "You fucking pervert!"

She stopped slapping him then, her arms felt rubbery from the effort.

"What?" He asked flippantly, "I thought you liked being a sperm dumpster."

She snarled at him and managed to give him another stinging blow. Through the throb and sting in his eyes he saw her nipples were very excited. She must have been watching him sleep...

Oh, oh, he thought, what has she done?

He looked around franticly, checking off items on his kink list as he went. 

Arms: Not tied

Feet: Free and clear

Mouth: Not gagged (a little dry from drooling on the pillow)

Cock: Not taped, bent or burned or bitten or cut.

Ass: ...Oh Fuck.

Suddenly his entire bottom half began to hum, growing from a low whisper to a muffled cry. She had put something hard, warm and long inside him. 

"What the fuck!" He screamed, trying to wrestle his aunt off him. She fought back, however, and managed to keep him down. She showed him the remote, a black little tube attached to a long wire. The wire disappeared between his legs. It felt like a lawnmower was cutting grass inside his ass.

"Don't be a pussy," Jeri snapped playfully. "I warmed it up for you."

The vibe was so strong her face wouldn't come into focus. How did she get this into me?

"It's going to burn my ass!" He warned, "This fucking hurts!"

Jeri frowned; "It shouldn't, hold on" She reached behind her ass and pulled on the cord until the vibe hung from her hand. She held it above her head and dangled it above her mouth as if it were a piece of sushi.

"You'll chip your teeth if you don't turn it off first," he warned, but she ignored him and dropped the device (a silver bullet just a little wider than her finger) into her mouth.

She stifled the vibe's frantic buzz with her tongue, drooled all over it and pulled it free, great ropes of saliva going with it, connecting like the old bridges in those pirate movies.

With a display of perfect dexterity she blindly slipped the angry little toy back into her nephew's ass and jammed it with her finger.

She was kind enough to turn the dial and dim the throb a little.

"Feels better, right?" She purred sexily, dropping down to suck and nibble at his boyish nipples. She stayed there for a while, content to just toy with him and listen to his reactions. 

It was obvious he liked her to play with his nipples, but there was more too. When she put her teeth along his rib, just under his arm, he arched against her. And when she tongued his belly button, he couldn't stop giggling.

She thought he was ready for another notch of pleasure, so she clicked the dial up and listened to the hum.

He was starting to like this as well, as she knew he would, and it was time again to bring them to another level. She put her mouth on his nipples again and began to squeeze with the tips of her teeth until he was yelling obscenities at her and slapping her head.




Jeri Ryan Ch. 04



She's not playing me hot and cold, Ruslan grimaced through the pain; she's playing me hot and hard.

"Tell you what," she panted, "You make this easy and I won't bite you nipple clean off."

He grunted, partly out of amazement, but mostly out of fear. His voice hummed with the tune of the vibrator. "Fine."

"Good. I'm going to sit down in that chair," she nodded to a patio chair just outside the guesthouse, "You're going to lie across my lap and take your punishment."

"Fine," he repeated.

She let him go but kept a twist in his arm so she could move him around easily. In a moment he was settling down on her bare legs, ass up and dick down between her thighs. She squeezed together as hard as she could, thinking it might hurt him but all it elicited was a noisy groan and a jerking thrust.

So she slapped him. Hard.

Her white hand mark slowly burned into red and then into a deeper color that more closely matched his olive skin. A second slap and the burn of red expanded like a virus.

With a great effort Ruslan held in his screams. This wasn't the playful kind of spanking most lovers experiment with; it was a cold, angry and a little belligerent. 

On the fifth slap Jeri's hand was stinging as much as her nephew's ass and she switched hands and cheeks. She couldn't have known, but her spit had dried up and the vibe was close to burning a hole in Ruslans ass.

What she did realize was that his cock was growing between her thighs like a stalactite down to her ankles.

Any further and he would be fucking concrete.

"Hmm," Jeri moaned, bending to lick his burning ass, "I don't know what turns me on more: spanking you or your getting turned on from my spanking."

"I'd go with the first," Ruslan smiled. 

"So would I."

She spanked him again, but the zeal had waned and Ruslan felt a little disappointed.

"Sorry," she said, "My palms hurt. You have a very strong ass."

"Maybe you should make love with it, not war." He laughed, slipping from her lap and rolling on the concrete into the nearby pool. The water splashed up around him soothed the swarm of pain in his ass. As he had rolled the cord had came free of his aunt's hand and he pulled the vibe out. It fell to the floor of the pool. His aunt rose from her seat and strode up to the lip of the pool, staring down at him with a smile. "Fine." And then she dove into the water with him, smooth and strait as a knife. 

He watched her pink, moving form as she curled around in the water and stroked up to his legs as gracefully as a dolphin.

Her hands grasped his ankles and glided up his thighs, pushing up behind and against his asshole. She stayed under the water for just over a minute, cleaning and stoking his raw rectum.

Finally she came up splashing and gasping. She had obviously been trying to go for a personal record.

"Get up on the ledge," she told him, shoving him hardly against the wall. He reached back and pulled himself up. He swung his legs into the water and watched the water bead down the length of his cock.

"Forward a little, and put your legs up," he did, and she said, "No, the other forward, dip shit. No! Towards me! Now make your legs a little wider and hold them back."

Finally he was set just right, holding his legs and craning his head so he could watch his aunt swim up to his ass. 

She touched his asshole with a finger of one hand and playfully scraped her nails down the back of his left thigh. She smirked, put the finger between her lips and sucked. 

And then she put her tongue against his ass, and began to make him squirm. She kissed it, sucked it and blew cold air across its furrowed surface, but most off all, she licked. Deep, shallow, circular, lengthwise. She licked. And she loved doing it as much as he loved feeling it.

To expand his sensations she began to tug his cock as well, feeling pool water thickened with precum drip down her knuckles. 

His balls hung heavily on her nose and she was in a constant battle to keep them free of her workspace. Eventually he helped her by holding them up.

"Holy fuck, Jeri," he cried, wanting to close his thighs around her head and never let her go, "That feels fucking amazing."

She laughed into his ass and put another fist around his cock. The pumping became twistier, as if she was trying to give him an Indian burn, and he loved it.

With a final flicker and a parting smooch she came off his hole and began to suck him off. 

For this show he sat up and put his hands on the back of her head. 

"That's good too," he chuckled, pulling her head onto his cock, "No girl gives head like you do."

After a while of sucking (she was energetic and eager, as if she had a gun to her head) her jaw began to stiffen and lock and she pulled off him with a glower. She was still only able to get down a measly six inches. On any other man that would have been deep enough to satisfy, but not on Ruslan.

"Let's go up there," she said, pointing to the diving board, nearly twenty feet above their heads. Ruslans eyes slowly followed her finger and a smile dawned on his lips.

"Perfect."

She scampered up the ladder and he came after her with a cushion from a lounge chair which she made him throw back, "I can take it," she said.

Ruslan looked at the gripped surface of the board. It was peppered with raised cones of metal with looked, and felt, very sharp.

On hands and knees she crawled to the end of the board and sat down, facing the ladder. She slowly bounced up and down.

The board seemed extra springy. "Come on," she patted the surface between her dangling thighs, "I have the perfect position."

Ruslan shrugged and walked out, putting a little extra weight into each step to make his aunt's breasts bounce a little more. Finally he was standing there, and she was sitting there, and quickly her mouth was back around his cock for another few minutes.

It was an erotic sight, and one which the neighbors were likely to enjoy since they were nearly ten feet above the fence.

"Alright," Jeri said, switching to a double-fisted hand job, "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," Ruslan nodded. She smiled, showing teeth, and lowered herself onto her back. She was narrow enough to balance perfectly on the board and easily lifted her legs and held onto her ankles.

"This position is called 'paying the rent'. You need to get between my legs, straight as a board," she chuckled at the adjective, and then continued, "Pick whatever hole you want, baby."

He accepted the offer and held onto the furthest edge of the board, just above his aunt's shoulders, and aimed his cock at her ass.

"Of course," she rolled her eyes as she felt the crown nudge against her conquered hole, "You like sodomizing me, don't you?"

"You have no idea," Ruslan said, then patted her rump. "Lift up a little bit."

She willingly pulled at her ankles and raised her rump until it left the surface of the diving board. Eventually, once he had forced his way into her, she rested her well-toned calves on his shoulders.

"All right," Ruslan laughed, thrusting into her and nearly losing balance as the weight shifted the board forward. Jeri screamed, feeling mild vertigo playing washing machine with her mind. They came up and he pushed down repeatedly until they were in a steady bob above the rippled water of the pool. Her ass was agreeing with his cock even more than their second meeting. 

Eventually Jeri felt comfortable enough to let go of the board entirely and trusted in the painful grip of the metal nubs digging into her back and the press of her nephew's body to hold her down.

With her freed hand she teased her clit from its hood and began to finger herself vigorously, building quickly up to her orgasm. She stopped though, just as it was about to peak and closed her eyes, focusing on the tearing of her back and the swelling friction in her ass.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck oh fuck," she chanted hoarsely, her fingers shivering just above her clit, "Oh Jesus, I'm going to come!" The last words passed out of her lips in a squeal, invigorating Ruslan into pumping her harder. 

With the new force came a twisting pain from the grip of the deck, and as her head lulled to the side and vertigo bubbled up inside her and above all, her anal orgasm came flooding into her.

Heaven!

She wept with the force of it all. Her finger subconsciously slipped back into her slobbering pussy, pumping and sliding around until, impossibly, she felt close to blacking out.

Her nephew didn't stop to enjoy the expressions on her face, he kept slamming into her ass, inching her flushed body further down the board.

The scraping along her back only fanned the furnace of her ecstasy, as he suspected it would. Just as her shoulders cleared the tip of the board Ruslan pulled out and grabbed his aunt's shoulders. He thrust his cock deep into her open mouth and held it there as she jerked herself off. Involuntarily she worked her lips and tongue.

"Tell me who you sent my picture to!" He yelled down at her. Her eyes snapped up at him, wide with fear, "Tell me!"

She mumbled something, it sounded negative and he pulled out and grabbed the base of his cock. He hit her with the head, right in the eye.

"Ow, you fuck!" She yelled, swinging back at it. She missed it however because it was bobbing and weaving like Muhammad Ali, and she nearly fell off the board.

"I know you emailed my picture to someone. Who?"

"I didn't" she said, "I promise."

He hit her again, and then thrust his dick back down her throat. She took it with flare and he could tell she wasn't threatened anymore by the size of his dick.

So he decided to teach her lesson. He pulled on her hair until his cock prodded firmly against her angled throat, and felt a scream form around it. It was a wet sounding scream and spit squeezed out onto her face, glinting in the sharp mid-morning light.

It sounded like she was yelling, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh fucking shit!" But the sound was so distorted it couldn't be properly heard.

She fought him, hitting wildly with her fists and biting him hard until he had to pull out. Off balance and without her nephew for support, Jeri fell off the board and slapped tits-first into the pool, still riding the thunderclouds of her orgasm.

"Fuck!" Ruslan yelled after her, "You can't run, slut!" And dove in. He connected with her soft body underwater, forcing an explosion of bubbles from her mouth. Her golden hair swirled around him like seaweed as he pushed them to the surface.

They inhaled, and then Ruslan pulled her like a lifeguard to the shallow end of the pool. He pulled her up onto the steps, watching the water cascade off her gorgeous breasts.

He didn't wait for her to spread her legs again; he just did it himself and thrust his dick up into her, as yet, untouched pussy. She yelped and crawled up a step but he followed, ass now half in the water.

"Oh no," he shook his head, "I'm going to cum so fucking deep inside your pussy you'll taste it in your mouth."

"No," she groaned, "No do—" 

"Take it," he ordered, and she shut up with an angry simper.

He continued ramming his aunt's pussy with self-possessed craze until the water began to tsunami away from him, only pausing for a second to twist her back into the 'pay the rent' position.

Seconds after that, as she began to squeeze her thighs (and thus tightening her already stuffed pussy) his 'o' face began to form. The cobwebs of lust began to clear from Jeri's feverish mind and she started to beg,

"No, Ruslan, not in me, not today. Anywhere else. Come on my tits," she pleaded, "Cum all over my juicy tits and rub my nipples. Please."

Ruslan was nearly lost from the world and almost didn't hear her. But a tiny shred of decency (and fear) made him pull out just before the first jetting spurt, which he aimed expertly at his aunt's breasts. 

"Oh, yeah, blow all that hot spunk, empty your fucking devil balls all over me," she whispered, catching a little of the second squirt with the back of her knuckles and licked it up, "Cum all over Auntie Jeri's big tits, just like you always wanted to."

And finally, with his trademark fifth squirt, he was done, and she smiled, bearing her gooey trophy proudly.

"Bite my nipples," she whined, "Please, nibble on my tits. Just for a second." 

Ruslan stalled, knowing that if his friends, hell, if anyone, were looking, what he was about to do would appear to be the most gay thing a man could do. He was about to taste his own cum.

But one look up at his aunt's face would have made any man drink a gallon of the shit, of that he was sure. No sense in doing this half-assed, he thought to himself, and dove onto his aunts breasts with the biggest smile he could plaster on his lips.

He pushed through the taste, which didn't matter as much as the texture anyways, and focused on her nipples. He gained a new respect for her, in fact, for all the women who had taken his load and smiled after it had all gone down. 

She was moaning, he thought, or whimpering, it was sotto voce in any case, and then, with a final sharp bite he kissed Jeri's lips and let her lick them clean with little kitten licks.

They made out like that until their hearts slowed and the jizz cooled her soppy tits.

"You're a fucking bitch," He grumbled into her neck, diddling with her pussy ever so gently, "I'm leaving tomorrow if you don't tell me who you sent my picture to."

"No," she began to tear up, "Don't. It's not important. I promise."

"Fuck you." He reminded her, "Tomorrow."