Stacy and Blaine

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Blaine lay in loose pajamas under the blanket, nervously awaiting his aunt. Though he was 19, his mother still made all his decisions. Now she had sent him on vacation with his aunts, three sisters: Stacy, Gwen, and Kunigunde. Blaine had no desire for a vacation under the thumbs of his aunts, where all activity choices would be dictated by their female whims. And yet he had no agency and agreed, or rather accepted (no one really asked for his consent) to this trip.

The first night in the rented house surprised them with the fact that it had only two bedrooms, each with a double bed. This had to suffice for four people. The aunts collectively decided that Gwen and Kunigunde would sleep together, and Blaine would sleep with Stacy. They decided this as if it were nothing, somehow overlooking the inappropriateness of a boy sleeping in the same bed with his aunt.

So he washed up first and waited in bed for Stacy to return from the bathroom, with racing thoughts. He was completely unprepared for what was to come.

The bedroom door opened, and in the doorway appeared his aunt, completely naked! As if frozen, stunned, he stared hypnotized at the curves and intimate parts of her voluptuous body. He was at a loss for words, his face flushed completely red, and his heart began to palpitate. Somewhere under the blanket, he felt his member involuntarily hardening.

"Oh right, Blaine, I'm sorry, I didn't mention it yet. I always sleep naked. It's nothing special. Don't be afraid, it's good to be comfortable with nudity. Besides, I'll cover myself with the blanket soon."

Embarrassed, surprised, involuntarily aroused, he couldn't bring himself to say anything in response.

Stacy laughed and then moved toward the bed, slipping under the blanket from the opposite side than where Blaine lay. The bed was rather narrow for two people. Their thighs touched under the blanket. Blaine's penis was standing fiercely erect, and he desperately tried through thoughts to somehow control it and not let his aunt notice.

"Come on, turn off the light."

Blaine turned off the bedroom light with the button by the bed.

"Goodnight, Blaine."

"Good... goodnight."

Stacy turned her body onto her stomach and greedily grabbed most of the blanket for herself. Blaine lay beside her, so aroused by the naked body of his attractive aunt right next to him that falling asleep was out of the question. He lay there, tossing and turning, experiencing erections. Stacy was asleep. This night was torture. After a few hours, Stacy slightly woke up and half-asleep, embraced Blaine with her arm, cuddling closer to him. He couldn't bear the excitement. His penis trembled in ecstasy until it ejaculated, staining the inside of his pajamas with semen. When he recovered from his orgasm, he still couldn't sleep and just tossed from side to side, tormented.

After long, sleepless hours, morning arrived. Blaine felt terrible. When Stacy got up, he hid under the blanket so she wouldn't see the traces of his involuntary nocturnal ejaculation on his pajamas. The entire day filled with recreation planned by the aunts, he spent suffering, barely managing to stay on his feet due to lack of sleep, and unable to stop thinking about the prospect of the next night.

The next night came inevitably. The excitement at seeing Stacy's naked body and her physical proximity repeated itself. But this time, Stacy didn't just go to sleep. Blaine had a habit of sleeping on his back, and Stacy on her stomach. Shamelessly, boldly she intertwined her right leg between Blaine's legs and clung with her peach-like breasts to his chest, placing her head right next to the boy's. He felt the hole of her pussy touching his thigh and experienced a lightning-fast, instantaneous, pulsating erection. His penis touched her thigh from the right side. Stacy looked into his eyes and placed a finger on her lips, signaling to remain silent. Then she pulled down his pajama pants, took his member in her right hand, and persistently masturbated him until ejaculation. When he came, Stacy quickly moved to the other end of the bed, stopped touching him, and fell asleep.

Despite the extreme excitement after the act, exhausted from the previous completely sleepless night, Blaine managed to sleep for a few hours. The next day during vacation activities, he was even more absent. No words were exchanged between him and Stacy about the boundary that the woman had crossed during the night.

At the end of the intense day, as the sun set, Stacy took Blaine with her from the café where they had stopped, leaving Gwen and Kunigunde there. Between the sisters, there was a communicative exchange of glances, which Blaine noticed but couldn't guess what it meant.

Without explanations, Stacy began leading him through deserted, neglected streets of the city, clearly looking for a route on Google Maps on her phone to some destination about which he had no idea. He didn't like this, but he was so tense and intimidated by what had happened between them the previous night that he couldn't bring himself to ask any questions or have a conversation.

Finally, Stacy led him up the stairs to the second floor of some dilapidated tenement building. They stopped under the door of apartment number 13. Blaine didn't know what to think about this, his heart was pounding like a hammer. Stacy knocked on the door.

"Open, come in!" - a low male voice sounded from inside.

Stacy opened the door and led Blaine through it. He stood at the threshold of the apartment and experienced a shock, slightly jumping with surprise when his eyes revealed a tiny apartment, and in it right opposite the door he had crossed, a bed, and in it lounging completely naked, an enormous muscular black man with a massive endowment.

Before he could react, Stacy also entered, closed the door behind her, and aggressively, dominantly pushed the boy forward, closer toward the bed.

"This my boy?" - the black man asked laconically, grinning.

Stacy just nodded in affirmation.

Panicked Blaine turned toward the door. With her back pressed against the door, arms crossed, stood Stacy, cutting off his return path, a monument to dominance.

"Aunt, what's happening..." - Blaine uttered pitifully.

Suddenly, from behind, the massive arm of the black man brutally grabbed him onto the bed, which creaked under the thin mattress. The assailant immediately placed the weak boy on his stomach, immobilized his wrists with one hand, placing his right hand on his neck, almost depriving him of air, then with his teeth violently tore the material of Blaine's shorts, making a hole exposing his ass. Then he similarly tore the underwear with his teeth and shook their scraps aside somewhere.

Stacy stood with her phone, recording the scene.

Swollen, veiny, furiously pulsating cock thrust into Blaine's anus, piercing the boy's body and soul with crushing pain and humiliation. Simultaneously, both hands of the black man clenched on Blaine's limp neck, skillfully choking him to the point of unconsciousness.

"Fuck, don't kill him!" - Stacy blurted out, laughing uncontrollably nervously.

"Calm down, the boy just lost consciousness. I know how to do it. It's more fun with the unconscious one, you blow him like a doll."

And indeed, it looked like taking out frustration on a mannequin. The black man placed his entire body weight on the boy's weak frame, trying to reach as deep as possible into the ass with each thrust.

Aroused Stacy lost control and, still filming the scene with her right hand, plunged her left hand into her leggings, under her panties, and began to masturbate her already wet pussy, moaning loudly, erotically.

"Deeper! Fuck him deeper in the ass! Deeeeeper!" - she screamed, dissolute, motivating the rapist.

Finally, the black man ejaculated, filling the boy's ass with sperm. He pulled out his dick dripping with his own sperm.

"Wake the boy up, bitch!" - the black man ordered Stacy.

Stacy approached Blaine's face, took it between her hands, and began to lightly slap his cheeks. Finally, his eyelids opened, revealing a cloudy gaze.

"Our stud came in your ass, and now you have to work and lick his penis clean of sperm, Blaine," she ordered coldly.

They changed positions. Stacy also found herself on the bed. The black man sat with spread legs at one end of the bed. Stacy held Blaine from behind, intertwining his hands behind his back in a double grip. The black man guided the boy's head onto his penis. Blaine obediently licked the sperm thoroughly along the entire length of the cock.

"Listen carefully, bitch" - for the first time Stacy openly called him this way - "you're not to swallow, just keep all the sperm on your tongue."

Blaine fulfilled the command.

"Good whore," - said the black man when Blaine after long efforts completed the task - "We've trained you anally and orally. Now you'll impregnate your aunt with my sperm."

Stacy loosened her grip and spread herself at the head of the bed, fully exposing her pussy.

"You have to lick the black sperm into my pussy. I'm having my fertile days. If you fail and I don't get pregnant, I'll kill you, you bitch."