Don Scott - Their horny wild aunt

As Patti stepped out of her panties, she let her head roll back on her shoulders. The sun was bright and warm on her face, and over her itching nipples. She could feel a cool breeze working against the moist, inflamed lips of her pussy. It was nothing less than thrilling to be Bruce's sex toy, to do whatever he asked without actually taking his cock inside her body. Though she didn't know exactly what her nephew had in mind, she knew it would be exciting.

Bruce stood, his cockhead rubbing against Patti's dimpled stomach. He bent down, wanting to kiss her on the lips, but she turned her face away. Undaunted, Bruce pleased himself by kissing the arch of her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness of her warm, smooth, perfumed flesh.

Kneading one ripe, oversized tit, Bruce pushed the fingers of his other hand through Patti's black, wavy hair. He smelled her perfume and nibbled on her earlobe, rubbing the hair against his face. Her silken hair was a soft, gentle caress that made him shiver all over.

Reaching to the juncture of Patti's full, warm thighs, Bruce brought his palm to her hungry muff. Instantly he felt the pussyjuice making his hand wet, and he knew that even though she appeared to be cold as a statue, she was seething with lusty desire inside.

She's only doing this because I'm her nephew and I've got a hard-on, Bruce told himself. He was amazed that Patti, who obviously didn't want to fuck him, would go to such great lengths to please him. Sighing, his lips searching and finding a nipple, Bruce sucked as much of her creamy tit-flesh into his mouth as he could.

"Mmmmmmm!" he moaned, his tongue sliding over the heated nipple. When his middle finger grazed over Patti's clit, her entire body tightened. Her legs quivered, the thighs flexed, the sides of her asscheeks hollowed.

Patti felt Bruce's finger begin to push into her cunt. She wanted to have him finger-fuck her, but that wasn't what she had originally agreed to. Almost sadly she whispered, "Bruce, not inside, remember?"

Taking his hand away from her pussy, Bruce straightened his arm again, putting it around Patti's neck. He held her close and tight, enjoying the way his cock was squeezed between their bodies. The firmness of her tits as they flattened against the lower part of his chest delighted the teenager and made his cock even harder.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Bruce sighed, working his hips in a circular motion.

Patti shivered in his arms. Her nipples were sizzling, digging into the muscular flesh of Bruce's stomach. His long, thick, hard cock was rubbed against her stomach, sending its heat throughout her body. She started to suck his cockpole until the rich streams of jism gushed mightily in her mouth, but once again she forced herself into continuing to play the role of the dutiful aunt who was only there because she felt guilty for the poor teenager's raging hard-on.

When Bruce released Patti, he moved behind her and started rubbing the spongy pricktip along the crack of her ass. He felt her asscheeks tighten around his cockhead, squeezing the huge bulb of prickmeat.

When Patti felt the pricktip pressing against her asshole, a shiver of fear ripped through her hungry body. Her ass was still tender from the brutal way Carl had fucked her. But still, the thought of taking Bruce's cock up her ass wasn't without appeal. In fact, Patti was thinking about how full she had felt when Carl had forcefully rammed his mighty cock full-length into her ass. She was certain that the next time she spread her asscheeks for a man's cock, she'd enjoy it even more.

Reaching around her body, Bruce cupped the twin tits and mauled them in his powerful hands as he pumped his hips, running his cock along Patti's luscious asscheeks. His balls were getting hotter by the second, the jism simmering in them, preparing to spew out in gooey, creamy jets.

Remaining behind his aunt, Bruce put his hands on Patti's shoulders and pushed down. At first the luscious brunette didn't know what he hinted at. Then, her mouth salivating, she dropped to her knees in the thick grass.

Patti sat on her heels, waiting anxiously for Bruce to do whatever it was he intended on doing. She put her hands on her thighs, the long, tapered fingernails gouging slightly into her pale flesh. This was a sweet torture for her. To have a hard cock so close and handy, yet being unable to fondle it, was both better and worse than anything she had ever experienced.

Bruce took a handful of his aunt's ebony hair and wrapped the wavy strands around the shaft of his cock. He stroked his cock, the silken strands providing a strange and exciting new feeling to shake his muscular young body.

Patti sighed softly as Bruce used her hair to jerk on his cock. Occasionally the pricktip would rub against the side of her face and she could feel its head. Her breathing quickened, the huge, hard-nippled tits rising and falling faster and faster on her chest.

When he began pushing the spongy crown of his cock against her shoulders, Patti closed her eyes, concentrating only on that part of Bruce that was touching her wanton, needy body. The pussyjuice was nearly streaming out of her now, and as she knelt, a few spears of grass were touching the inflamed cuntlips.

Standing directly in front of his aunt, Bruce's pricktip wagged in her face. Patti stared hungrily at the cock, the reddish colored knob, the skin stretching tightly around the swollen inner core of meat. From the tiny eye of the cock, a glistening, opaque drop of pre-cum oozed out, catching the sun. Patti had to fight with herself to keep from licking off the pungent fuck-cream.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Patti sighed whoa Bruce brought his cock to her mouth and smeared the pre-cum onto her full, quivering lips like lipstick.

It was absolute ecstasy and sheer agony, all rolled into one. Bruce began rubbing his cockhead against Patti's face, and she had all she could do to keep from, opening, her lush lips and sucking the cock right down her throat. To feel Bruce's nine-inch cock stretching her throat would be nothing less than glorious.

Bruce stroked the shaft of his meat pole. He pressed the cockhead against Patti's beautiful face. He rubbed the pricktip against her eyelids and over her cheeks. A trail of gooey pre-cum glistened from one cheekbone and over the bridge of her nose to the opposite cheekbone. As ho pushed his throbbing cockhead against her face, Bruce's knees knocked against her firm, free tits, sending them swaying slightly.

"Is this okay to do?" Bruce asked, his hand twisting in a circular motion around the veined shaft of his prick as he pushed the spongy bullet-shaped tip against Patti's eyebrow.

Tilting her face back, Patti looked up at Bruce. Her eyes now glassy, limpid pools of passion.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Yes, this is okay to do. You can do anything you want to with me. Anything at all. I'm yours, Bruce. Yours to do with what you like."

She could smell the musky aroma of her nephew's cock-meat. The scent made Patti all that much more hungry for the taste of his cock, and she stabbed her fingernails deeper into the tingling flesh of her thighs. Control, she kept thinking, I've got to keep control!

Holding his feverish prickpole by the base, Bruce stroked the shaft, as he pressed the cockhead against his aunt's smooth, slightly hollowed cheek. When he slapped her cheek with his cockhead, tingles rushed all through his body.

"Is it okay to do this?" Bruce asked, striking Patti's cheek with his cockhead again.

"Yes, my precious darling," Patti purred as Bruce pressed the tip of his cock against her lips. All she would need to do was flick out her tongue to taste the huge, rigid, hot pole of manly muscle. "Beat me with your cock if you want, I won't stop you. You can do anything you want, anything at all. My body is yours to do with what you like."