Val Marrick - Tied up aunt

"You know it!" his aunt gritted. Every muscle in her lithe, lean body was taut with lust.

The blond-haired youngster eased another inch of turgid prick into the morass of his aunt's pussy. Then his own self control broke. With a grunt he drove every inch of his cock into Jacqui's needy snatch!

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!" Two voices gave one protracted moan of sheer carnal joy. For a moment they poised, Martin's cock buried full-length in Jacqui's cunt. The sensitive walls of her pussy sheath soaked up every gentle tremor of his pulse, through that cunt swallowed, gigantic cock.

Pointing her toes like a dancer, Jacqui bent her leg and ran it between her nephew's thighs, so that one tapering white leg was pointing up in the air, leaning against one of her nephew's shoulders, and he was straddling the other. The movement made Martin's fat prick twist her pussy-walls deliciously. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed.

"Likewise, I'm sure," her nephew said. In the stillness of the room, the action of the camera's automatic shutter was shockingly loud.

As though stirred by the reminder that every erotic action was being recorded on film, Martin rotated his hips experimentally, stirring his cock around inside Jacqui's greasy, sweet-smelling pussy.

Again they shared a moan of near-ecstasy. Martin bit his lip. He was getting close to coming, and that wouldn't do at all. He wanted to wring every ounce of pleasure from fucking his lovely, tied-up aunt sideways before he pumped his jism into her clinging snatch!

Holding a pale thigh with both hands, he pulled back his enormous prick. It came out of Jacqui's cunt with a loud sucking noise. Jacqui's cunt clung lovingly to the pole of her nephew's cock. As he had the day before, he wondered at the almost-virgin tightness of his aunt's pussy. The same exercise with which she kept her figure girlishly slim must have kept her cunt in excellent shape as well!

The naked woman was still awestruck at the size of her nephew's cock. It seemed to fill her whole body! Lying on her side with the carpet rubbing roughly against her bare flank at every shuddering impact of that cock thundering into her pussy, she reveled in the most complete feeling of sexual completion she'd ever known. Even the slick nylon cord biting her wrists, and the warm glow from her well-paddled butt, added to her enjoyment of being fucked by her well-hung nephew.

Did that mean she was a masochist? Part of her wondered, as Martin's cock came out of her slobbering pussy. Then the youth slammed his big prick home again in a welter of cunt honey, and all thought was driven from his aunt's mind.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" she cried. Martin's cock was in her snatch so far that her pussy lips were wrapped partway around his taut, goose-fleshed ball sac.

"Gahhh – God! I'm about to…!"

A violent contraction of every muscle in her body choked her words off abruptly. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut. Her nipples seemed to vibrate like little tuning forks, suddenly sensitive to every wafting air current in the basement.

She was vividly alive, more alive than she'd ever been! She heard the soft gurgle of Martin's cock marinating in her cunt sauces, smelled their sweat mingling, the rankness of her greedy twat. Above all, she felt that cock, that glorious, gorgeous, enormous cock, filling her pussy, her belly, her body and soul, pulsing with masculine life, seeming to swell, stretching her pussy walls beyond the point of no return.

Then the universe dissolved in a glare of lights that made the floodlights seem dim. Her pussy slid half off Martin's prick as her body suddenly doubled up, then squelched back hard down the length of cock, swallowing it, devouring it, demanding more as Jacqui came and came again!

"Ngahhh! Arggghhh!" Martin cried. His prick was being strangled to death! It was as if a giant boa constrictor had somehow invaded his aunt's slimy pussy and wrapped itself crushingly around his cock! His blond head was thrown back and saliva ran from his lips as he fought to survive the unbearable pressure on his deeply-buried prick.

Jacqui's cunt was opening and shutting with clockwork now. It felt to her nephew as if that hot, oily pussy was chewing on his pinioned prick! His jaw worked silently as he struggled to catch his breath.

Then his prick shuddered and spat like a firehose, creaming Jacqui's whole pussy sheath with a mighty blast of come. Jacqui screamed in wordless exultation. Her firm tits jiggled as she ground her pussy harder onto her nephew's fountaining cock.

Strong fingers dug deeply into the naked librarian's calf. Her nephew's sweat dripped onto her other thigh, just as his sperm and her aromatic pussy oil was dripping from her furious-working pussy. The youth just knelt their by his aunt's rounded butt, with his cock driven all the way up her snatch, and pumped load after load of his boiling jism into her shuddering, lust-possessed body.

Jacqui felt her body fill up with Martin's jism. Her mind exploded in a million colors of ecstasy. She and her nephew groaned together till their strength was gone, and then the youth collapsed full-length atop her nude body. They lay there as the last fury of their mutual orgasm slowly ebbed away.

"Martin," Jacqui said, her pretty forehead creased with lines of concern, "we just can't go on."

The tall youth plopped down on a chair and looked at his aunt, sitting with her legs primly crossed on the living room sofa. Her auburn hair was drawn back into an orange scarf bound around her head, making her face look austere as well as lovely. "That's not what you were saying yesterday."

He grinned at the way she flushed. Jacqui dropped her eyes. "I know," she said softly. "But that was yesterday. What I say in the heat of passion is one thing. But in the cold light of day… Martin, I'm afraid of you. The way you acted yesterday – tying me up, spanking me. I'm afraid you might want to go farther."

She looked up. His green eyes met her amber ones challengingly. "Is it me you're scared of?" he asked quietly. "Or yourself?"

A muscle worked in Jacqui's satin cheek. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said hollowly.

"You got off on being tied up and spanked yesterday. Don't try to deny it – I know. You resisted at first, but once you got into it, you couldn't get enough!"

"That's not true!"

Martin laughed at her. She turned her face away. Her cheeks were burning. "Still," she said, "I want to break it off right here and now. I don't want to have an affair with you, Martin. I'm afraid of you, regardless of how I may have acted yesterday. And you-you're my nephew! It's incest."

"Was it any less incest yesterday? Or the night before? I sure didn't ask you to come waltzing in while I was taking a bath, stark naked and one hundred percent hot to trot!"

"Stop it! Stop it!" Jacqui buried her face in her hands.

For a long moment she sat like that. Then she drew a shuddering breath. "You probably wouldn't understand," she told her nephew, "but, when I was married to your uncle, I got used to having sex all the time – as much as I wanted. After the divorce, all that was over. I hadn't had a man in months. I couldn't take it any more. I was like a starving person with a platter of roast beef sitting right in front of my nose, that I knew I wasn't supposed to touch. After a long enough time, the temptation got to be too much!"

Martin's lips quirked around a crooked smile. "So, once you got your belly or you pussy full…"

"Don't say that!" There was a pause, and then something landed on the coffee table in front of the librarian. She looked up to see her nephew standing over her, his mouth set in a grim line.

A yellow packet lay on the table. "Pick it up," Martin told her. With trembling fingers she obeyed. "Open it."