Robert Vickers: Swinging aunt

Gloria Stanford pulled the thin nightie closer around her lush body as she strolled aimlessly through the back yard of her sister's house. Ever since her husband had been killed in a truck wreck, she hadn't been feeling too well physically. Nothing that she could put her finger on, just minor aches and pains and a general listlessness.

She knew what the problem was, deep down. She had loved Henry and his loss was creating a gap in her life that wasn't going to be easily filled.

True, she was still young. Not as close to forty as she was to thirty, she still had a body that made men turn and look twice. The flare of her perky ass from under the nightie would have given any male a hard-on. If that didn't do it, the ample tits spilling lavishly from the front of the thin nylon garment would have done it for sure. The tits bobbed, unfettered, and the distant street light cast just enough light into the back yard to make it obvious that her nipples had become erect from the cool wind whipping around her body.

Gloria walked on the grass, feeling its moistness under her bare feet. Why she enjoyed coming out here more naked than dressed and simply wandering, she didn't know. With the street only a few feet away, any passing pedestrian could look over the wall and get the treat of his life.

Gloria didn't care. And yet again, she did. That odd twisting of her emotions kept her confused and aimless. She missed the sex with Henry. He was about the best cocksman she had ever found, and the woman had had a few in her younger days. Yet, sex in and of itself seemed pointless. The urges deep in her hollow, aching cunt were there but the mental thrill she got from fucking was gone.

She brushed back her thick mane of soft brown hair and stopped for a moment while the wind lightly touched her tits and made its swift passage between her legs. Her snatch was a little bit juicy just thinking about Henry and the times they'd fucked. But the desire that should have been present with the flood of love juices eluded her.

"Ummmm, oh God, you great big fucker," came the soft words, "stuff that hard cock of yours in balls deep. I want to feel you fucking me, really fucking me!"

Gloria lifted her head guiltily. She saw that the window to her sister's room was open wide. There wasn't much doubt in her mind what was going on inside. Denise and Frank were getting it on. Even without the words, she knew what was happening from the soft moans and the liquid squishing sound as a cock raced into an aroused cunt. She turned to go away from the window, not wanting to spy, then stopped.

She didn't want to peep into the window, yet she did. Gloria tried to kid herself that it was only for the sake of curiosity. She guessed her brother-in-law was well hung, but she'd never had the chance to find out. How could she pass up such a golden opportunity as this to find out?

The light in the bedroom was dim. Little more filtered in from the outer world, but she had a good view of the hot and heavy action. The sheets were twisted and mostly on the floor, leaving the two naked lovers exposed on the bed. From the angle she had Gloria was able to see both Frank's large prick and her sister's gaping pussy.

She swallowed hard. Never had she seen a cock the size of Frank's. It bobbed and bounced around in front of his groin with a virile power that sent shivers up and down her spine. She pulled the thin nightie closer around her body but the action did nothing to stop the gooseflesh from forming on her skin.

The man bent down and said, "How do you want it? Tell me!"

"I want your cock fucking my cunt! Damn you to hell, fuck me! You're driving me wild just rubbing the tip of your prick all over my clit!" The woman on the bed writhed around, barely able to speak now from the intense passions in her.

The words alone were enough to make Gloria's pussy shiver and churn out its frothy lubricants. When the fuck fluids were gushing from within, she moved closer. She hadn't intended to get this involved in spying on the two but she couldn't pull herself away. The way that prick danced in front of his body, threatening to drive deep into the eager cunt at any instant, held her rooted firmly in place.

She licked her lips in anticipation of the actual fucking. It didn't come. She felt robbed somehow when Frank thrust forward and his prick shot along the woman's well-oiled gash and dueled once again with her clit. Still, the woman on the bed wasn't in any condition to complain.

"Is that the way you want it?" the man repeated. "If you don't tell me, you won't get any of it!"

"Fuck my cunt! Drive that cock all the way into my cunt! Split me apart with your fucking! Give it to meeee!" The woman came as the man shot his hips forward. This time there wasn't any chance he would miss. The purple knob of his cock had been held just in front of the opening of her cunt hole.

Gloria watched in fascination as the thick rod of cock parted the scalloped inner cunt lips and then shot deep into the woman's belly. The woman arched her back and pushed her snatch up around the plunging cock, as if demanding more than she was getting. The impact of their groins banging together made Gloria cringe. She wondered if her sister would have a bruised set of pussy lips in the morning. She'd been involved in a lot of frantic fucking in her day, but seldom had it been with such vigor and power.

Frank's hips began churning. He moved his body as if his prick were a spoon buried in a bowl and he wanted to stir things up. The spying woman could see his prick pull out slightly as his hips moved in a circular motion. The part of his prick protruding from the woman's snatch gleamed a dull silver. It was completely drenched with fuck oils.

"Give me more, you bastard!" the woman demanded. Her voice was shrill, harsh. She had her eyes screwed tightly shut and Gloria doubted if she even knew what she was saying. What more could a man give a woman? That thick cock would have looked right at home on a stallion. Frank was well hung and it was apparent he knew all the right tricks. He could get his woman hot simply by demanding that she tell him all the "dirty" things she wanted him to do to her.

Just the sight of his cock was enough to make Gloria's pussy hungry for cock again.

A hand drifted down the front of her nightie and parted it to expose her cunt. She ran an eager finger between her pussy lips and felt the thick oils coating her hand. As she watched the man inside fucking the living hell out of the woman impaled on his cock, she began to stroke back and forth along her own blue-tinged cunt lips.

A tiny thrill went into her body, a thrill that had been lacking ever since her husband had died. She didn't try to question why she was returning to her original horny ways simply by spying on her sister and brother-in-law. That it was happening was enough for her.

"Like this? Want me to fuck harder?" the man demanded. He stopped the pointless talking and fastened his mouth firmly onto one of the woman's boobs. He sucked nastily and pulled the erect nipple between his lips.

Gloria couldn't tell exactly what he was doing, but she could guess. From the way his jaw muscles worked, he was licking the hell out of that marble-like pebble of erect flesh cresting the woman's tit. When he opened his mouth and began taking in more and more of the creamy white cone of tit-flesh, the spying woman almost came.

To feel a man's mouth working on her own tits like that!

She reached down and tugged fiercely at her own boob. Her other hand never left her cunt. That hand was beginning to send a pool of warmth into her belly. If it would only spread, she might recapture some of the feelings she'd had when she and Henry had balled. Seeing the two fucking inside reminded her of days gone by, days when she had fucked and fucked and fucked and wanted more.