Robert Vickers: Swinging aunt

Drawing her strong fingers from the base of her boob all the way to the tip pulled excited blood into the nipple. She felt it pound and pulse wildly as it filled with blood. Pressing her thumb down on top of it, she managed to shove the hard little button of flesh into the soft tit-flesh underneath. She could even feel the way her heart raced.

The action inside the bedroom picked up in tempo. As much as she hated herself for watching, she couldn't pull her eyes away from that torrid scene.

"More," begged the woman on the bed, "give me more! I want to feel that cock of yours coming out of my mouth!"

"Can't fuck that hard," the man grunted, but the spying woman wondered if he might not be lying. Her certainly seemed to be driving that long fleshy spear of cock into the woman's softly yielding cunt hard enough to tear her apart all the way to the chin.

"It feels so big inside me. Your cock! It fills my poor little pussy to overflowing!"

"I try my best," the man said. Gloria could see the sweat beading his forehead as he continued his avid fucking of the woman's tight cunt. She knew the strain he must be under from the way he looked. But he wasn't complaining about having to hold back his hot jism. He was enjoying this fucking as much as the woman on the receiving end of his prick.

Gloria began counting the number of times the man drove his spike of hard prick into her sister. The rhythm was smooth, even, steady. He didn't try an all out fucking – not yet. He was still in control of his actions and could give the maximum amount of pleasure before he came.

Twenty strokes. Gloria began duplicating his tempo with the finger working its way into her cunt. Thirty strokes. She wiggled her finger back and forth until it stroked the soft, velvety sides of her pussy. Forty strokes. She gasped for breath and squeezed down harder with her other hand. Her clit seemed to be an over inflated balloon ready to pop. Fifty strokes. She couldn't contain the pent-up emotions in her body any longer.

She came.

For a long moment, she was lost in the wonderland of pure emotional release. It had been too long since she had gotten her rocks off like this. She bit down on her lower lip and closed her eyes and simply allowed the wondrous sensation of orgasm to smash through her entire body.

Her cunt convulsed mightily and actually squeezed down around her inserted finger. The finger fucking she gave herself continued fast and furious the entire time. She felt the thick juices from her cunt leak out and dribble down the palm of her hand. From there the thick love oils must have gone onto the ground. She didn't know or care.

All that mattered was the deliciously sinful feeling of an orgasm caused by her own masturbation – and peeping into her sister and brother-in-law's bedroom while they fucked.

And fucking was all they were interested in. Gloria feared that her soft moan of joy might have alerted the two inside. It didn't. They were too lost in their own bodies and pleasures to hear anything outside of the room.

She'd lost count of how many times Frank had stroked into Denise. Fifty? It had to be seventy or eighty by now. Still he drove on as if he were made out of iron. Every time he pulled out, his prick gleamed like a silver rod in the dim light. The pink pussy lips framing that mighty cock hinted that he could keep fucking all night.

The woman on the bed let out a long, low sob that racked her entire body. She shuddered and the bed shook and squeaked louder than before. Lost in her powerful come, the woman couldn't have beard any of Gloria's shrieks of joy from outside.

Gloria's knees turned to rubber and she felt weak all over.

She simply slid down the side of the house, the painted wood feeling slick and cool against her naked body.

From the inside the room, she heard the voices of the two lovers clearer than ever before. "Fuck harder, damn it! I want you to fuck me senseless with that fuck stick of yours."

"You want it, you're gonna get it!" came the raunchy reply.

From the sound of the activity inside, Gloria guessed that Frank had almost doubled the fucking speed. She closed her eyes and kept her finger moving in and out of her cunt in the same tempo the man was using. She imagined she was the one inside, her legs wantonly spread open for his cock to drive hard into her pussy.

The feel of it. The friction of his prick against her pussy walls. The tiny fires of lust leaping and burning in her body. The warmth from, the fucking spreading throughout her belly and causing the tiny fires to blaze more brightly. The thick cock head pressing harder into her cunt as blood pounded into his prick. The added friction. The carnal heat spreading like wildfire now in her body. Racing up her spine. Making her come thoroughly alive with the fucking.

She came again.

Her entire world crashed down around her as the sensations she had been missing for so long returned. The orgasm was explosive. It ripped the top of her head off. And she wanted more. She had to have a prick moving back and forth in her well-greased fuck channel.

The woman opened her sex-glazed eyes and looked around her. She saw the handle of a small garden spade. She pulled it out of the ground and fondled the smooth wooden handle a couple times, thinking it was a lot thicker than a real prick might be.

It didn't matter if she tore herself apart. Her cunt demanded attention by something round and hard and swift – fucking. This would have to do since she couldn't possibly crawl into the room and beg her brother-in-law to fuck her.

She spread her legs, looking down at the way the cunt lips parted lewdly. They might have been preparing for the most erotic kiss ever. The pink inner cunt lips poked out and fluttered wildly. She hardly knew how excited she was by watching the two fucking inside. This was a small indication of the desperate needs of her own sexuality.

Hand trembling, she brought the wooden dildo closer and closer to her pussy. The lips parted and seemed to beg it to enter. When the blunted end of the cold handle touched her pussy lips, she came. The shock rattled her teeth and made her pant loudly. Every breath was as if she sucked in a lungful of fire. Sandpaper coated her throat, but she couldn't stop now.

The handle pulled in snugly against the juicy cunt lips. She didn't hesitate any longer. Yanking on the metallic end of the shovel, she pulled the handle into her cunt hole. The pain made her sob. She wasn't used to taking anything up her cunt except virile, loving cock. This was a shock to her but there was no backing out now. She had to have the kind of fucking she had witnessed inside the bedroom.

She had to or she'd go out of her mind with unsatisfied lust.

"Ummmmm, oh God," she groaned as the handle buried itself all the way up her cunt. She felt her inner membranes being pulled in new and different directions. The woman thought she'd felt just about everything while she and Henry had been fucking. They were both fond of experimenting, never doing anything twice in the same way – and that included fucking. They had fucked on top of buildings and in airplanes and on buses and even on a subway in plain view of God and everybody, but nothing had given her a thrill like the wooden handle up her twat now.

She guessed it was the length of time since she'd gotten a really good lay. No more. She wouldn't hesitate from now on. Her body required sex like a man dying of thirst needs water. Nothing less would do.

Masturbating with the shovel handle, she pulled and pushed on the wooden stake until she got off. Her entire pussy sang a song of bliss as she felt the friction building inside her. This was so much better than having just a single finger up her cunt fucking her.

The woman could even relax a little now that her inner tissues had expanded to take the girth of the substitute prick. She fucked herself avidly with it, but it wasn't the same as having a man fucking her.