Don Scott: Their horny wild aunt

As if on cue, Bruce opened his mouth wide and sunk his teeth deep enough into Patti's succulent tit, making her squirm. Then his cum started flying, shooting out of his cockhead like liquid bullets. The long, stringy blasts arched through the air and splattered wetly against Patti's trembling thigh and calf.

"Yesssssss! That's it, my precious darling," Patti purred as she felt but did not see the jazz striking and clinging to her thigh.

The flow of spunk seemed endless. Five or six streams of cum spewed from the angry cockhead, the jets so long that they struck Patti's full, trembling thigh even before the last of it was out of the cock.

Patti was ripped apart by the different sensations going through her. Bruce was definitely biting her tit too hard, causing pain. But the tongue slashing across her firm nipple added just as much pleasure as the teeth brought pain.

When he finally stopped cumming, Bruce leaned against the tree, still holding his prick. Patti stepped away slightly to get a better look at him. She smiled at the boy, but he wasn't looking. His expression was one of satisfaction and embarrassment.

"Don't worry about a thing," Patti whispered, kissing him on the cheek. "I know what it's like for boys your age. You're always excited… and I haven't helped matters any. Just don't tell anyone about this and everything will be just fine."

Patti fastened her bikini up again, then rubbed the cum that clung wetly to her leg into her skin. She worked the white, creamy fuck cream around until it was smoothed out, like cold cream or sun tanning lotion.

"Come on now, let's finish polishing the car." Patti walked away from Bruce nonchalantly.

But in her cunt was a glowing ember of desire that would only get hotter until finally it was burning out of control. And the only thing that would stop that fire was pussyjuice, lots and lots of pussyjuice like what streamed out of her humid cunt whenever she came.

Patti decided that she would leave the boys alone that night and get dressed up in some sexy outfit. Then she'd hit the town and find some suitable stud to service her wanton needs.

The glowing ember of Patti's cigarette was the only light in the room. She was sitting on the couch, smoking in the dark as she contemplated the immediate future.

The boys were asleep in the bedroom. Despite the fact that all three boys were close to six feet tall and all quite muscular, they had plenty of room in her custom-made bed.

Patti didn't know what to do. She was horny, very horny. After Bruce had jacked off while sucking on her tits, Patti had wanted to suck a cock and finger-fuck herself until her cum spewed out in slick waves. But she really didn't want to fuck any of her nephews. Patti decided that she had already done too much with Abel and Bruce, so a stranger would have to be the one to provide the cockmeat she needed so desperately.

Patti crept soundlessly into the bedroom. The boys were still sleeping and that's the way she wanted it. She had to get dressed and head out to one of the nearby bars to find a handsome stud willing to give her his cock.

Pulling her nightie over her head, Patti dropped the garment in a drawer and took out a lacy blue bra. She tucked her monumental tits into the cups, hitching the clasp between the cups. She pulled her tight-fitting bikini panties down her legs arid stepped out of them. Strapping a blue garter belt around the sweeping curves of her hips, Patti grabbed two blue silk thigh-high stockings. As she pulled them up her legs, she cast a quick glance toward the bed. None of the boys appeared to be awake, which pleased her.

Carl's heart was pounding like a jackhammer as he watched his Aunt Patricia through slitted eyes. He was at the edge of the bed, nearest her, and his cock was getting harder by the second as he stared at her naked pussy. She looked positively stunning in bra, garter and long stockings. Carl was a little disappointed when his aunt pulled her panties back up, covering her cunt.

The visual stimulation was too much for Carl to remain unaffected. His cock was growing steadily, stretching out, making an obvious tent in the blankets. When Patti turned her back to him, looking in the closet for something to wear, he realized it was time to roll onto his side. If he remained on his back, she'd surely notice his raging hard-on.

When Patti heard movement, she wheeled around quickly. Carl had rolled onto his side and was facing her. She waited, her heart thudding in her chest as she stood in her lingerie. The last thing she wanted was for one of the boys to wake up. Not only didn't she want to be seen as scantily dressed as she was, but if one should wake up, he'd ask her where she was going. To be certain, it would be difficult for the big-titted brunette to explain to a nephew that she was dressing to find a stud to satisfy her craving for cock-meat.

Looking at the tight asscheeks encased in the black panties, Carl couldn't help but grab his big cock and stroke it. His aunt, with her hair piled in a loose bun atop her head and tits that seemed to move of their own will, was too gorgeous to look at without wanting to get off.

Patti took a dress out of the closet and gave it the once-over. It had a plunging V-neck that showed off her beautiful tits, and the bottom hem was cut high enough to reveal a daring display of thigh flesh.

When Patti took the dress off the hanger and turned around, she saw the blankets moving at Carl's waist. Then the movement stopped abruptly and Patti knew that Carl was both awake and jerking himself off. She stood motionless, looking at her nephew. Her tits were bulging out from the tops of her bra as she took in deep drags of air.

The moment seemed to hang in space, tense and motionless, like the two people involved. Patti looked at Carl, knowing he wasn't asleep, as he pretended to be. She also knew – or at least suspected – that he was looking at her through slitted eyes.

Slowly, with planned ease, Patti dropped the dress to the floor and walked closer to the bed. She stood facing Carl, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.

"You don't need to pretend you're sleeping," Patti whispered. "I know you're awake, Carl. And I know you've got a hard-on."

Carl's hand was around his prick as he watched Patti kneel beside the bed, her face close to his. He started stroking the cock again, uncertain of what his aunt intended to do.

Patti kissed Carl's cheek first, then turned his face to hers and brought her lush, ripe mouth down on his. She parted her lips and accepted his slithering tongue.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Patti purred, her tongue dancing an erotic pattern against Carl's. Her tits were rubbing against the side of the bed, and even through the tight-fitting bra, tingles of wanton lust came from her budding nipples.

Carl opened his mouth wider, sucking Patti's tongue in. As he nibbled on her delicious tongue, he stroked his pulsating hard-on faster, the cum sizzling hotly in his nuts. For the horny teenager, it was like some dream or fantasy that was coming true, only he was awake and this was really happening.

"Carl, I'm going to do something for you," Patti whispered. She let the tip of her tongue graze lightly over his earlobe. "But you've got to remain as still as possible so you don't wake your brothers up."

"Okay," Carl replied, still not knowing what his Aunt Patricia had in mind.

Patti took off her bra and rubbed her tingling nipples. The chocolate-colored buds were itching, craving fingers to knead and tug on them.

"I'm going to give you the best blow-job of your life, Carl," Patti whispered, rolling over so she sat on the floor. She raised her ass briefly and pulled her panties down her legs. The lips of her cunt were already inflamed and puffy with lust. "Just try and remain as still as possible."