Don Scott: Their horny wild aunt

Patricia Fox looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. Gloriously naked, she studied her body with a critical eye. By anyone's standards, she had the mast extraordinary body any woman could hope for. And though all of her body was beautiful, her tits were the main attraction. They drew the most attention. The twin mounds of succulent, silky, perfect shaped feminine flesh were positively huge. They billowed out from her chest, two round globes of tit-flesh guaranteed to give any man a raging hard-on.

Bringing her hands slowly up her sides, Patti cupped her tits, pinching the nipples lightly between her thumbs and forefingers. Light, tingling sensations seeped through her veins. She released her nipples, silently cursing herself. This wasn't the time to get herself all hot and bothered. Not when she was alone in her house, preparing for a night of sleep in her bed – alone.

Her tits were giant-sized, but they did not droop like some women's tits. They puffed out from her rib cage, slightly parted, two individual entities so wide and round that they were almost as broad as her shoulders.

Touching her hips, Patti cursed slightly. Three pounds. Maybe four, she thought. That's how many pounds she would like to lose. Of course, nobody else thought she needed to lose any weight, but the ultra-critical Patti did. All her life she had had to watch her weight carefully.

"Not a bad package," Patti mumbled under her breath.

She stepped into a pair of bikini panties that hugged her succulent ass like a second skin. After that she pulled a navel-length nightie over her head. Though the nightie was peach color with white lace along the straps of the seams, it was see-through. The large areolas showed through the sheer material faintly, with the nipples making large bumps. Patti was just about to slip into bed when she heard the doorbell ring. Instead of grabbing a robe to hide her near nakedness, she stepped into high-heeled slippers. Standing only five-foot-three, Patti had always been self-conscious of her diminutive stature. Being short and having monumental tits gave her an incongruously curvaceous figure while having petite facial features and small hands and feet.

Patti was almost to the door when the bell rang again. She checked the clock. It wasn't quite 10 P.M. – early for her to go to bed alone. She'd been in bed many times at that early hour of the evening, but very seldom did she go to bed alone at that time.

Opening the door wide, Patti was surprised to see her three nephews standing there, each holding a suitcase in his hand.

"Boys, what are you doing here?" Patti asked excitedly, stepping aside to give them enough room to slip past her.

The three boys, triplets from Patti's oldest sister, couldn't move. Patti was twenty-one, only a couple years older than they were, and they'd never seen anything quite so sexy as their aunt. Her blue-green eyes were dancing with excitement and her tits were jiggling beneath the nightie. And yet, despite the fancy apparel she seemed totally oblivious that or the lusty stares.

"Well come on in and tell me why you're here!" Patti urged.

Abel, Bruce and Carl walked past Patti slowly. None of them could say a word. When Carl stepped by Patti, she started closing the door and accidentally brushed her left tit against his biceps. The contact of titty flesh to his arm made Carl's skin burn. Even through her nightie he could feel the warmth and firmness of her voluminous tit.

"Sit down in the living room," Patti instructed, taking the three suitcases and stacking them neatly side-by-side near the door. She felt so comfortable being naked with anyone that she didn't even think about putting something less revealing on. "Would you boys like anything to drink?"

"Nothing for me, thank you," Abel said. He cleared his throat and worked his tongue around his lips. His mouth had gone suddenly dry when he gazed at his aunt's tits through the gossamer-thin nightie.

Patti sat on the floor with her legs crossed beneath her as she listened to Abel tell the story. Patti's sister, the boy's mother, had gone on vacation and they were to stay with her for two weeks. Patti had been written and told all this at least a week earlier, Abel said.

"Oh, I'm not very good at keeping up on my mail," Patti said, rising off the floor. She thumbed through a stack of unopened letters and found the one from her oldest sister. Opening it, she read the brief note that explained everything. "Is it there?" Abel asked, feeling uncomfortable as he gazed hungrily at his aunt's profile. Though her hips and thighs were a fraction more fleshy than they needed to be, Abel couldn't help but think that his aunt was the most beautiful, sexy, erotic woman he had ever seen in his life – with or without clothes.

Patti went back to the boys, her tits jouncing with each step, and sat Indian fashion on the floor facing them once again. A few curly strands of hair had strayed but of her skimpy black lace panties, but Patti didn't notice this. She did, however notice Carl staring at her pussy. She folded her hands in her lap, partially hiding her cunt, but did nothing more to discourage the boy's interest.

"So you'll be with your ol' aunt for a couple weeks," Patti said, nodding her head slowly. "There's nothing wrong with that, but there's really not much room." She touched her chin with her thumb and forefinger, thinking about where the boys could bed down. "If you don't mind sleeping together, you can all stay in my bed and I'll sleep on the couch. I'm sure you'll find there's enough room for everybody."

Patti showed the boys her bedroom and proved that she hadn't been lying. The bed had been specially made and was larger than any conventional bed on the market. It was square, measuring ten feet by ten feet. Patti smiled as she remembered how she had gotten the bed.

Three years earlier Patti had been sipping wine in a hotel bar. She had met a distinguished-looking gentleman. When he asked her up to his room, she complied without hesitation. In the elevator headed for the man's room, several other wealthy businessmen got on. Then, between floors, the elevator broke down and Patti found herself trapped with four handsome, wealthy, horny businessmen.

Since the first man she had met had already gotten her pussyjuice flowing and had ignited the wanton fire of lust in her cunt, Patti just couldn't wait until the elevator repair crew got things moving again.

Sinking to her knees, Patti pulled the man's cock out of his pants and – while the other three businessmen watched – gave him the hottest, wildest, most energetic blow-job of his life.

After that, Patti was a sex machine. The elevator was trapped for four hours and in those four hours she sucked and fucked all four men until they had all shot their wads at least twice. The horny brunette had knelt and sucked off three men at once, then turned her back and got her ass fucked as she leaned against the wall of the elevator. Over and over they pounded their hard, lusty cocks in to her curvaceous body until the slick, salty fuck cream was jetting out.

Later, Patti gave than her name and address and said they should look her up if ever they come back to town. On occasion she would see one of the four businessmen, but not very often. However, each of them gave her a special gift for the amazing time they had had in the elevator.

One man had given her the specially made bed, along with several sets of custom-made silk sheets. She also received a Corvette, a motorcycle and round-trip plane tickets to England.

"I've never seen anything like that in my life," Bruce exclaimed, walking slowly around the bed. At first when his aunt suggested he sleep with his two brothers, Bruce had thought it was a pretty stupid idea. After all, he was too old to be sharing a bed with them. But on such a huge bed, he wouldn't be crowded at all.