"I should go auntie," he mumbled.
He got up and I grabbed his arm. I felt low and hurt and I didn't want to be alone. I stood up and put my arms around his neck. I kissed his cheek and looked into his eyes.
"Will you stay with me tonight?"
He shook his head. I gave him the softest kiss I could manage, a kiss that pleaded and begged. He resisted at first, but not with any great force. I kept kissing him, until I felt his tongue in my mouth. Two wrongs don't make a right, but at the time I needed to feel loved, not that I would with Zack.
"Zack, will you take me to bed?" I mumbled, looking deep into his eyes.
"Are you..."
I pressed my lips onto his again not wanting him to ask.
"Please Zack just do it for me."
We fucked long and slow. We didn't speak or talk dirty. Is there such a thing as a comfort fuck? Well this was it if there was. I didn't have an orgasm or come near to it. It was ages before we spoke.
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know," I whimpered, as I cried yet again.
It was dark when I woke up, and I was alone. I felt frightened and insecure. I shouted for Zack thinking he had probably gone home. The door burst open and he came running in.
"What's up, are you OK?"
He cuddled me as I began to cry again, "I thought you had, had gone. Don't leave me alone, not tonight Zack, please don't."
I clung hard to him as he stroked my hair and soothed me. After awhile he pushed me away by my shoulders.
"Come downstairs I've made you something to eat."
I sat in the kitchen chewing on a sandwich that I really didn't want. We curled up on the couch afterwards just watching telly. My thoughts were constantly of Brian wanting to divorce me for Faye. We went up to bed after awhile. By the time Zack had fallen asleep I was angry with Brian. I just cuddled into Zack wondering how my husband was going to spring the divorce on me. My eyes drifted to the clock, it was 3.55 and at last sleep seemed to take over. I sat up in bed as Zack put a boiled egg, toast, and tea on a tray in front of me. I hadn't heard him get up, and I smiled for the first time in quite awhile.
"This is nice, thank you," I mumbled, as my tears fell again.
He dried my eyes, "you'll make the toast all soggy."
I grinned and chuckled a little. He took the tray when I had finished.
"So what are you going to do?" he asked.
"I really can't do anything can I? I mean he wants a divorce, I just know it."
"Don't you want to get even with him?"
I watched him drop his jeans, and get back into bed. He went down under the covers and started kissing my pussy.
"Don't Zack," I moaned.
"Your husband is on holiday with that tart. Do you think he cares about you?"
I ran my fingers through his hair, thinking about what he said. He started kissing my belly, working up to my tits and then my neck.
"Are you just using me Zack, are you just going to fuck me because I'm vulnerable?"
His cock slipped into me and I didn't resist.
"Yeah I suppose, like you used me last night."
Well at least he was being honest I suppose. I thought of Brian wondering if he was fucking her. My anger had come back again.
"Go on then, fuck me Zack. You know what I want and what I like."
I wrapped my legs around his back. He started to increase in pace, and with it my enthusiasm increased also.
"You've got me until Sunday night. I'll let you do what you want," I said panting.
"Anything I want, auntie?" he grunted.
"Yeah anything you want. You once called me your slut, so you better start treating me like it. I want you to fuck your auntie, or do anything else you want to her. You've got it all on your phone. I can't, stop you, you are in charge Zack," I panted lustfully.
He bucked harder into me. He was becoming rougher, and it had me on the brink of an orgasm.
"You are such a slag auntie, and I'm going to treat you like shit!" he hissed.
I shuddered and pulled his backside into me. All I could think about now was my marriage was over, and maybe Zack could give me what I thought I wanted, for the weekend anyway. Fuck Brian and that whore. She would soon get fed up with him anyway. Yes I was bloody angry and hurt, and I really don't give a flying fuck anymore. If he wanted her then why shouldn't I have some fun?
Zack pulled out of me and started to toss himself off.
"God what are you doing?"
½ an hour later he walked me to the mirror. I looked down to see my hair all matted, with nearly dry spunk! I just looked at it hanging in my hair, like some strange cobweb. He took my hand and walked me down to the kitchen.
"You need to do the washing up," he spat as he fingered my ass.
So there I was stood at the sink, totally naked, apart from my nephew's spunk hanging in my pubic hair. I started washing up, wondering why the hell I was letting him do this. I went into the lounge and told Zack I had finished. He looked between my legs checking I hadn't cleaned his spunk off. He took me upstairs and held my hand as I stepped into the bath that he had filled. I just sat in the warm water. Zack got in behind me and I lay back against him. He showered my hair and put shampoo in it. His fingers gently massaged my scalp and then he rinsed it. I felt the soft sponge covered with soap slowly move over my body. I just sat there feeling goose bumps rise, and a tingle between my legs. I lay back in his arms again, watching his fingers pull gently at my erect nipple.
"Can we go back to bed?" I asked softly.
He moved out of the bath and pulled me up. I could feel the water running off my body. Again he held my hand as I got out of the bath. He wrapped me in a towel and took my hand. I followed behind him, watching the water run over the curve of his buttocks. He put me on my back with my knees bent over the edge of the bed. I juddered as his tongue worked between my legs. I was already close to an orgasm, but when he lifted up his phone, and I saw his cock in my mouth, the day I sucked him off just inside my front door. I gasped and let everything go. I could even hear myself groaning on the phone! My hands pulled his head further into me; I just needed ever fraction of my nephew's tongue working its magic. I moved up the bed and my damp hair hit the pillow. Zack was now pushing himself into me. His throbbing cock fucked me for ages. He started moaning and grunting through his nose. I saw the intense expression on his face that surprised me. Did he really get this hot over me, or was it just him getting off? Even then I thought of my husband. Only to wish he would walk in and see how Zack lusted after me.
"Do you really like screwing your aunt darling?"
"Oh fucking hell yes," he gasped.
"Go on give the dirty slut what she likes. Give her that hot spunk from your big thick cock!" I hissed.
His arms buckled slightly and his face turned red.
"Come on my horny nephew fuck me into next week. Make me your dirty whore!"
He hollered and screamed and jabbed into me with long deep thrusts. This was it now, surely he would be drained. He got off me panting and gasping for breath. His whole body seemed to be heaving in big gulps of air.
"Can you, get me, a drink?" he managed to ask between heavy pants.
I sat on the bed watching him drink the blackcurrant juice.
"God you are one sexy fuck," he groaned.
So there we were in a bus shelter just after midnight. My short skirt was up over my backside and Zack was fucking me from behind. I was terrified in case we were spotted. Zack just grabbed my hips and thrust into me. I could see car lights illuminating the bus shelter from time to time. At least I was bent over gripping the seat so my face was hidden from view. My poor pussy was sore from the morning, and two more fucks in the afternoon, but I was still dripping wet and having another orgasm like it was my first! Zack soon followed, and when he stood up, I hastily pulled my tights up and straightened my skirt.
"I've got a special treat for you today slut."
My tongue continued to lick his balls as he rested them on my face.
"Were you disappointed when your mum came in the other day?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well those two blokes who did the gutter. You looked so fucking horny; I bet you wouldn't have stopped them would you?"
I wanted to take my blindfold off now, but with my hands tied over my head I couldn't.
I heard Zack pressing the keys on his mobile phone.
"Come on round she's hot for it."
He gave my clit a light flick and I jerked. I thought he was teasing me and just pretending. That was until I heard the front door open. My heart raced and I struggled to get free. Zack just put his weight on my face until I quit.
"Don't be so frightened auntie I'm just giving you what you want."
I heard the bedroom door open and now the two men would have an uninterrupted view of my freshly fucked pussy! Zack moved off the bed and I could sense the two men move either side of me. I jumped and gasped as I felt two cocks rub on my face. Zack was still fingering my clit.
"Open your mouth auntie and give them both a nice lick."
My trembling lips parted slowly. My tongue came out and I felt a hot cock head, and then a second. I made a strangled gurgling noise, as I just let my tongue explore them both! Zack moved off the bed, and I felt a hand from each of the men pull at my pussy lips. I could hear them gasping as they explored my cunt. I was pulling and writhing as far as my restraints would allow. I gasped and shook as a finger from both men pushed into my pussy.
"Finger her fast, that gets her off quick," Zack said, with an almost amused tone in his voice.
Both the men now had two fingers in my pussy. These two dirty builders just went faster and faster. My mind was a sea of confusion, was there no end to Zack's ingenuity? How the hell did he know I wouldn't scream my head off? OK I was tied to the bed, but everything he forced me to do turned me on beyond belief, how did he know this!
"Oh listen to those juices slurping up that puffy cunt!"
Christ he really knew how to humiliate me. I just shrivelled and climaxed right on their fingers. My back arched up, and every part of my body that could shake did!
I was panting and gasping and trying to get the blindfold off. I felt Zack hold it until I gave up again.
"Not yet auntie, not until they are ready."
