Val Marrick - Tied up aunt

Martin did so. The rubber grips were cold. He looked at his girlfriend. "You're really one sick bitch, you know?" he said.

"Sick?" Anne laughed. "What makes you say that? I just saw those pictures, remember – you were tying the bitch up and whipping her yourself!"

"But that was different!"

"Was it?" Anne cocked her hips coquettishly. "Maybe it was. You were just playing around – this is for real!" She swung the rope so that its end cracked the nude woman's asshole.

"Ghaaaaaaaa!" Jacqui squealed. The stab of pain made her pussy clench on Martin's cock. He moaned in involuntary lust.

"Now row!" Anne raised the rope as if to strike again. Martin took a deep breath and hauled back on the oars for all he was worth.

And practically fell out of his chair! The backwards-straining motion, with his bare feet braced against the carpeted floor, had had the effect of ramming his already buried prick deeper into his aunt's hot cunt!

"Wow," breathed Jacqui, "that makes me feel a whole lot better!"

Martin set his jaw and pushed against the oars. He leaned forward, feeling Jacqui's delectable tits compress against his chest. He heard her gasp. His cock was surrounded by supple wetness. It seemed to throb with desire.

Once more he pulled back. His cock went farther than ever up Jacqui's snatch. "Oh!" she cried as she felt his prick fill her, impossibly, even fuller than she had been. "Oooooooooh!"

The wet plunging sounds of his cock levering in and out of Jacqui's sopping cunt mingled with the creak of the rowing machine. Martin made long, deliberate strokes at first, that had them both moaning and gasping for breath, as the big prick stirred lazily in the fragrant pussy. "God, God, God," Jacqui chanted mindlessly.

Aware of her situation, her predicament, the pain and humiliation she'd just undergone slipped away. Perhaps it was her own passionate nature, or perhaps it was merely that she was still feeling the effects of months of sexual starvation. It didn't matter to Jacqui, all she wanted to do now was fuck.

Martin was eager enough to oblige. He'd never felt anything like this before! The powerful motion of his working the oar machine was vigorously but slowly screwing his luscious aunt. The leverage he exerted crammed his cock ever deeper with every luxurious stroke.

Gradually, the tempo of his fucking picked up. He worked the oars faster and faster, piling his prick in and out of his aunt's pussy harder and faster. "Give it to me," Jacqui moaned ecstatically. "Fill me with that giant rod of yours. God, I've never felt a cock so big. I've never been fucked so good!"

Martin grunted and pulled harder still. His cock pistoned in and out in a short, powerful strokes and a loud sucking sound. Jacqui's buttocks splayed apart and came back together as her nephew's big cock fucked between.

Chuck, his cock standing up straight from his crotch, hovered by Anne's elbow. "Hey, they're really getting into it," he commented agitatedly.

He reached for the rope. "Let me put some nice tiger stripes on the bitch's ass!"

Anne held the jump rope out of reach. "What a change!" she laughed. "You're showing a different stripe yourself, tiger. What's gotten into you?"

Chuck shook his sandy hair out of his eyes. "I dunno," he said. "I just never had people where I could… do anything I wanted to 'em before. Here, let me whip that fine ass a little bit!"

Giggling girlishly, Anne draped the rope around her neck. "Later, there'll be time, for that," she said, her eyes travelling to his impressively long cock. She brought her shoulders back so that her heavy boobs jutted at Chuck's lusting eyes. He saw that she wasn't wearing any bra. The nipples were swollen like ripe cherries. "Can't you think of anything you'd rather do?"

She turned and twitched away toward the pool table. Panting like a dog, Chuck followed her. She walked to the far side. Unconcernedly, she stripped off her panties. Then she bent over, leaning on her elbows and resting her chin on her palms, avidly watching Martin row and fuck his cock in and out of his captive aunt.

Chuck trotted up behind her. His hands trembled as he lifted her skirt up over her hips. Her ass was gloriously nude beneath. Her buns were ripe but firm, and a pearly white color that set his mouth to watering.

"Ahhhhhhhh," Anne said, with the tip of her tongue pressed to the roof of her mouth. Chuck's prick was long and cool slipping into her slavering twat from behind.

The cold steel of the handcuffs rode up and down Martin's back the feel of the cuffs, the weight of his aunt's lithe body in his lap, her tits squashed against his chest, her cunt hungrily sucking in his cock, the smell and sound of her wet, greedy pussy as his rowing pumped his prick in and out of it – all blended into one erotic totality that threatened to overwhelm him.

"Can't… hold out," he gritted, into the fragrant hair lying against her slender neck. "Gotta come… soon!"

He hauled back more fiercely than before. His cock head prodded into his aunt's womb. "Yes," she gasped. "Yes! Come in me! Fill my pussy with your delicious jism! Oh, hurry!"

"Getting pretty racy, isn't she?" Anne asked. She was on tiptoe, enjoying the feel of Chuck sliding his ten-inch cock into her pussy. "It's amazing how depraved some people can be. No wonder our young people are turning out so rotten – getting knocked up. Ahh! Aim your prick a little to the right – there! Hot fuck, that feels fine!"

Jacqui threw her head back. Martin's cock was so far up her cunt her pussy lips were draped around his fisted balls. "Come now, baby!" she cried. "Noooooow!"

Her pussy squeezed Martin's prick. "Jesus," he sobbed, and blew his wad.

His butt came clear off the seat. His cock injected another fiery load of come in Jacqui's brimming cunt. She squealed and clenched her cunt so hard, come and cunt juice squirted out over his lap.

Then she was coming, hard and fast, with stars spinning before her eyes.

The sound of the oar machine creaking as Martin worked it frantically in the fury of his orgasm blended with the soft, rhythmic sighs coming from Anne's full lips as Chuck fucked his outsized cock into her squirming, scent-filled pussy. The pumping prick made a liquid sound as it filled and emptied the cheerleader's black-bearded twat.

"Come – your come is filling me!" Jacqui cried happily. "God, how I love it!"

Martin's muscular legs were still working like a rocker. They lifted the combined weight of him end his horny aunt into the air every time he forced his prick into her seething, orgasming cunt. The rippling waves of contraction played agonizingly up and down the length of his cock, pulling spurt after spurt of jism from the conical head of his prick.

The entire rowing machine was jerking and bucking with the force of their shared climax. Martin's knuckles were bone-white, gripping the oar-handles. The nails of Jacqui's imprisoned hands were digging deeply into the flesh of his back.

At last the spasms of their climaxes began to subside. The clatter of the rowing machine died away to a faint metronomic rattle. Jacqui sighed heavily and rested her chin on her nephew's big shoulder.

"Wow," she breathed. She sat astride his massive prick, feeling it go limp within her satiated cunt. She felt the juices seeping out past the distended lips of her pussy, and her nose drank in the tart aroma of her cunt sauces and the dry sharpness of Martin's come.

Even as Martin and Jacqui were relaxing into afterglow, Chuck was beginning to give his prick to Anne fast and furiously. "Hot damn!" she exclaimed. "You sure, know how to work that Goddamned prick."

Chuck laughed hoarsely, sweat was pouring down his forehead into his eyes. He shook his head to clear them. A lewd grin bared long, yellowed teeth. "Nope," he told the wriggling girl. "You ever tried milking a cow with that pussy of yours?"