Norma Egan: Between auntie_s thighs

"There," he said, panting, "you can tell your darling husband you were raped. Now RELAX."

She went on fighting, heaving her body around, trying to throw him off, but it was too late. Her pussy was wet, slippery, and Mark managed to slide his cock into the steamy little pit of her cunt mouth. He felt himself slipping into her, his cock sheathed in fiery slick flesh. He pushed hard, penetrating her fully in one rough thrust.

"Oooo," she moaned.

She stopped struggling, and her deliciously tight box closed hungrily around his hard meat, nipping, contracting. Her eyes rolled crazily, then closed, and her little pink tongue crept out to lick her lips. Mark began to fuck her.

He moved in deep hard strokes, moved fast, not giving her a chance to collect her wits. She had a sweet box, scalding hot and very slick, but nice and tight as well. He looked down and watched his strong young prick moving in and out of her wet hair-fringed hole.

"Good for you, honey?" he asked huskily.

She blushed deeply and didn't open her eyes. "Oh, please," she whimpered, "take it out… Don't make me do this… I shouldn't…"

Mark laughed softly. "Yeah, but you dig it. You love it, and you know it. Hey, swing with it, doll, relax."

She was still crying, still ashamed of her need, but she began to enjoy it in spite of herself. Her husband must have been gone a long time. Her cunt grew hotter and hotter around his jerking meat, and her cream poured out to puddle on the bed beneath them. She sobbed in ecstasy.

"Ohhhh, God," she cried, "I can't help it… Oh, Rick…"

Mark eased himself down on her then, flattening her big heaving tits with his chest. He used his strong-muscled legs to force her soft thighs even wider apart, so he could dig his hard dick right up to her womb.

She hesitated a moment, then gave way completely, throwing her long legs up around his waist, digging his body against hers, forcing his cock deep into her steamy, clinging cunt.

"Fuck meee," she whined. "Ohhh, yesss…"

Mark slipped his hands under her cute round ass, holding her tight against him, and began to bang her as hard as he could. It was a brutal noisy near-rape, but she didn't protest. Her head lolled back, her eyes rolled, and her mouth twisted into a horny little grin. She creamed furiously around him.

"Like it now, doll?" Mark panted.

"Oh, yes, YES," she moaned.

He forgot about her then. The danger was over, she wasn't going to push him away. He concentrated on raping her fiery wet tight box, digging his aching meat hard and fast in that satin, fleshy sheath. He felt her coming, felt her little slick cunt gripping his dick hard, but he only went on pounding her.

She might have come a few more times, he wasn't sure, and then he gasped and shivered violently as he felt his come exploding into her. He never liked to linger after that. He got up quickly and put on his clothes.

The redhead lay limp and numb on the bed, her legs wide open just as he'd left them, jism leaking thickly from her bruised open cunt. She just stared at Mark, as if she couldn't believe what they'd done.

He headed for the window, turning just long enough to grin at her. "You're a real nice lay, baby," he said. "Maybe I'll come tack again sometime."

She covered her face in shame.

Mark strolled home humming to himself, well pleased with his night's work. It had been a perfect evening. He did a lot of peeping, but it wasn't often that he scored. He'd really needed it, too, after a whole week with his new parents.

Christ, Bill and Karen seemed to think he was just a little kid or some kind of Boy Scout. They watched him all the time, expected him to be content with TV and swimming in the pool and sitting around bull shitting with the family. They didn't know him at all.

Well, something would have to be done about that. Together he and Stacy would work something out, find a way to have more fun.

He wondered what his little sister had been up to that evening, what kind of adventure she'd had. Stacy was a wild one, and she'd pulled off some pretty weird stuff in the past. He quickened his pace, anxious to compare notes with his sister.

After leaving her brother, Stacy walked the few blocks to the local movie house and got there just in time for the second feature, something about giant toads invading California. She didn't care what the movie was about. She seldom paid attention.

Just as Mark had his peeping game, Stacy had her movie game. It had begun two years ago. She remembered vividly how it got started.

Stacy had been watching a movie, intent on the screen, when a man quietly sat down beside her.

She paid him no attention till she felt his hand creeping up her leg. She glanced at him then and saw an attractive but shy fellow in his mid twenties. He was looking at her longingly.

Stacy knew she should tell him to keep his hands to himself, but she liked what he was doing, so she pretended not to notice. She just sat there and looked at the screen and let him feel her up.

The young man wasn't very skilled, but when Stacy offered no resistance, he slipped his hand inside her panties and eventually brought her off by playing with her slit. Stacy enjoyed it enormously. She discovered that she was highly sexed.

After that she had many adventures at the movies. She met many men who were more skilled with their fingers, many who would eat her pussy, she lost her virginity in the balcony of her favorite theater. She also learned to initiate some of the action herself.

Stacy liked making it in the movies because it was so uncomplicated. It took place in dim light, so that the guy couldn't recognize her on the streets. She would never have to see him again. Also she got a great variety of partners.

Unlike most teenage girls, Stacy wasn't interested in love. She was just interested in getting it on.

Tonight, after sneaking out of the Jordans' house, she chose her favorite place in the theater, towards the back of a side aisle. She'd learned that most singe men sat there, the lonely ones who were trying to pick up girls. She sat down and pretended to be absorbed in the movie.

It never took long to attract someone. Stacy was young, blonde, and very pretty, an enticing target. Presently she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye and felt someone slide into the seat next to her.

Stacy glanced at him very briefly. She'd learned to do that, to avoid disappointment later. This guy was very old, maybe sixty, and his clothes were crummy. No go. She frowned at him, and he got up and moved.

Like her brother, Stacy was pretty choosy about who she made out with.

She waited, and presently someone else sat down next to her, a young guy in jeans and leather jacket. He looked sort of tough, but Stacy liked the tough ones. After giving him a seemingly absent-minded glance, she turned back to the screen.

It wasn't long before she felt his hand on her knee. Hot excitement coursed through her body, and she felt a sudden moistening and swelling, in her pussy. This guy was willing, and they were going to have a lot of fun.

But by now, after two years experience, Stacy had developed some variations, some games, that made the whole thing a lot more exciting. Straight groping didn't interest her any more. She waited a moment, till the guy began to move his hand stealthily up her leg, and then she turned and glared at him.

"Take your hand off my leg, you creep," she whispered, "or I'll call the manager."

The guy gave her a sheepish grin and jerked his hand away.

Stacy turned to the movie again, smiling slightly, and settled deeper into her seat, so that her elbow brushed his. She pretended to do it unconsciously, and she slowly pressed harder.

The guy couldn't resist. Her very touch was turning him on, and after a moment, when he thought she was absorbed in the movie, he risked touching her knee again. This time Stacy let him inch his fingers slowly up under her skirt till he reached mid-thigh.