Norma Egan: Between auntie_s thighs

She reached for the curtains on either side of the window, her tall lush body spread out before him – and Mark swiftly pushed the window up till it was wide open.

"Hi there," he said.

The woman froze, gawking at him.

No doubt she was astonished to see a strange teenage boy coming in her window. Mark threw a leg over the sill and got in easily, gently moving the woman aside as he did so. Her skin was hot, silky. Again his cock strained in his jeans.

Quickly he closed the window and drew the curtains.

"There," he said calmly. "No one can see us."

She stood there, naked and gorgeous and astounded, still not believing that this was happening. Finally she found her voice.

"Wh-what do you want?" she said squeakily.

Mark grinned, miming his keen blue eyes appreciatively up and down her beautiful lush body. "Well," he said, "I'm not after your money."

"Oh, God," she gasped.

She began to back away from him. Mark watched her, hands on hips, smiling mockingly. "Actually I came here to help you out," he said. "Like that little job you were doing on yourself just now – I could do it for you, and a lot better."

Her face flamed. "You saw?" she said in horror.

Mark grinned and nodded. "Yeah, I just happened to be passing by, and I thought, Well, there's a lady in distress…"

"Oh, no," she moaned.

She covered her face with her hands as if to hide her shame and Mark moved in. He crossed to her quickly, cat-like, and seized her around the waist, getting her over to the bed. Before she could react, he had her down on her back and was forcing her legs open.

She stared up at him in horror: "Oh, please," she gasped, "don't rape me."

Mark frowned. "I ain't gonna rape you, lady," he said with disapproval. "I'm gonna make love to you. There's a difference."

"Oh, no, no," she said desperately, "I couldn't be unfaithful to my husband. I've never been."

"He doesn't have to know," said Mark. "Listen, just relax and enjoy. You know you need it. I saw what you were doing… you're horny, baby, and this is gonna feel just great."

Again she blushed hotly, as if she wanted to die of shame. That excited Mark. He liked the inhibited ones, the women who had yet to be awakened. He grinned evilly at her, then thrust his face into her crotch.

"Oh, stop!" she gasped. "What are you doing? No, NO…"

She pushed at his head, trying to dislodge him, but Mark held her creamy hot thighs wide open and found his target, the tiny red dot of her clit. He stuck his tongue out and began flicking the tender little button with the rough wet tip of his tongue. He worked fast and with pressure.

"Ohhhh, God," she gasped.

She fell back limp on the bed, and Mark felt a scalding rush of cunt juice soaking his chin. Good, good… If she couldn't resist this, he was home free.

He circled and rimmed her tiny twitching clit with his experienced tongue, lashing the hot little bud, licking it, tickling it. He could feel the little organ swelling up tight and hard under his tongue, like a miniature cock getting a hard-on.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she moaned weakly. "That's not nice… Filthy… You better stop." Yet she didn't try to push him away.

Mark chuckled. "What's the matter, baby?" he said mockingly. "Didn't your husband ever eat your pussy?"

She certainly was good at blushing. Her lovely face turned beet red. "N-no," she stammered. "He never did anything like that."

"You oughta teach him, then," said Mark. "Feels great, don't it?"

Before she could answer, he began tonguing her little red button again, working faster and harder now. She gasped, a mixture of shock and pleasure. She protested, yet couldn't seem to bring herself to make him stop. Mark was sure he had her…

Rather than risk any rape charges, though, he took this time, courted her clit with his tongue. So far he hadn't used force with her, and he wanted to keep it that way.

He pressed his lips to her squirting, erect bud and slowly sucked the tiny slick organ into his mouth. He tickled it with the tip of his tongue, bathed it with saliva, and then began sucking on it, a slow strong tantalizing action.

"Ooooo!" she howled.

Mark's face was suddenly awash with her hot sticky cunt juice. She let her legs fall open wide and limp, no longer resisting in any way. The pleasure was too great for her, too unexpected and devastating. He had her, oh, Jesus, he had her…

But it would be a mistake to move too soon. He'd had some narrow escapes in the past when he'd been overeager, moving too fast from sucking to fucking. He remembered the woman in Oakland who'd brained him with the bedside lamp… Yes, he'd better go easy.

"Oh, God, ohhh," the redhead whined.

Mark sucked steadily, strongly, on her hot little clit till she was whimpering and panting with pleasure. He didn't bring her off, though. He wanted to keep her excitement at fever pitch, build up her need fill she was begging for his cock.

When he felt her arching her body, trying to come, he jerked his mouth off her twitching little bud and raised his head to look at her. She looked half crazy with pleasure and confusion, her face flushed and horny, her eyes glazed.

Good, good…

He dived into her pussy again, this time running his stiff wet tongue through the sensitive folds of her cunt lips, then rimming the soaked hair-fringed mouth of her twat. Mischievously he poked his tongue a little way into her fiery wet cunt, then drew it out.

"Oh, nooo," she gasped, "you mustn't do that… Isn't right…"

But when he jammed his thick tongue up her cunt full force, she gave a howl of delight. He thrust his tongue into her as deep as he could, clear to the root, and began tongue-fucking her fast and rough. Her cream boiled out, drenching his face.

"Ohhh," she howled. "OHHH…"

Again Mark brought her just to the edge of climax, then pulled away. He studied her carefully, and she seemed thoroughly conquered to him, gasping, her eyes rolling, breathing hard. She didn't seem to know where she was, who she was, nothing except the fiery need in her cunt.

It was time to make his move.

While she lay there limp and dizzy, gawking at him, Mark took off his clothes. He grinned knowingly when her glazed eyes dropped to his erect prick. She stared at it, licking her lips. He knew he had an attractive cock, six fat inches of healthy rosy flesh. He let her study his dick, let her excitement build.

Always in moments like this he gave silent thanks to Mrs. Hazel Brown of Oakland, one of his early "victims", who'd taught him everything he knew. He'd been a virgin, a normal peeper, not daring to do more than look. Mrs. Brown caught him looking in her window, and she taught him a lesson. Some lesson.

Hazel Brown, a buxom earthy woman in her forties, had taken young Mark into her bedroom and balled him. She taught him how to eat pussy, how to ball in every conceivable position. She thought it was funny, but to Mark it was an education, the key to all his later success. So he always thanked Hazel just before he made it with anyone else.

The redhead was still staring at his cock, but her expression was changing, as if she were coming back to reality. He'd waited too long. He moved quickly, scrambling onto her lush curvy body, poking his rigid teenage prick into the mushy hot flesh of her pussy. He jabbed around, trying to get in.

"No," she gasped.

She started crying, pushing at his broad young shoulders, trying to close her legs. Mark was securely in the saddle, wedged between her thighs, but he hadn't found her cunt.

"Look," he panted, "relax. I'm a good lay. You're gonna love it."

"Nooo," she sobbed, "I can't cheat on Rick. I'd never forgive myself."

"Oh, Jesus," Mark said disgustedly.

It was always the same story. They'd frig themselves, let him eat their pussies, but when it came time to ball, they went into this damned Faithful-Wife number. He was sick of it, had no patience with it. He grabbed her wrists painfully tight and forced her arms down to her sides.