Val Marrick: Tied up aunt

"Why'd you do that?" the girl asked, straightening. Her full young boobs were heaving with passion under her white sweater. "I was just getting into it!"

"So was I, baby," Martin assured her. "But like I said, I got a better idea."

He put his hands around her narrow waist and lifted. She was a head shorter than he was, but was voluptuously built for a girl her age, plush-hipped, big-titted, with a round saucy ass only just concealed by the hem of her red skirt. In spite of this, Martin lifted her as if she were no heavier than a child. He sat her on the edge of the pool table.

One hand reached for a ripe tit as the other slid up a satin thigh into the abbreviated skirt. "Ooh," the girl moaned as Martin began to caress her jug and her pussy mound simultaneously. "That's a good idea!"

"I haven't even started yet," Martin murmured.

He let go of the tit. He took hold of the lower edge of the cheerleader's blouse and began to roll it upwards, exposing an expanse of the girl's pale belly. The other hand was kneading the squirmy pussy lips through the thin material of her panties. His hard cock burned like a beacon between the cheerleader's parted thighs.

Unseen in the stairwell, Jacqui Hyde gazed in awe as her nephew tugged the blouse up over the brunette's tits. They were incredible! A wealth of snowy titflesh was barely restrained by a lacy white nothing of a bra. The nipples, seen through the gauzy bra, were big cherry-sized nubbins in palm-sized patches of aureole, so dark they were almost purple – a sharp contrast to the pink-tinged pallor of her cantaloupe-like jugs.

With a coo like a horny dove the cheerleader took over from Martin, whipping her blouse the rest of the way off and flinging it in a corner, where it draped over an exercise cycle's handlebars. With his free hand the muscular youth began to maul a giant boob, as the girl reached back with feverish fingers to undo the bra's clasp. The bra came away, and the brunette's tits bounced free.

Martin gave a low cry of delight and buried his face between the girl's boobs, licking and gnawing the toothsome titflesh. "Ooooh!" the girl exclaimed, and crushed his blond head to her jugs. She rocked her hips back to allow the ragingly horny youth to yank her panties from her rounded ass.

Martin Reinhard was surrounded by resilient walls of tit. The brunette's boobs had a slightly salty, slightly sweet taste the youth found more maddening than any perfume. And the smell of raw cunt from where he was stroking one finger over the sensitive lips of her pussy was pure delight to his nostrils.

He nibbled his way to the crest of the wiggling girl's boob. Rather than nip daintily at her inflated nipple, he spread his jaws wide and sucked the tip of the tit, aureole, fat nipple, and all, into his hungry mouth. The girl moaned with delight and stroked his head.

"Oh yes!" she trilled. "Suck my titty! And, ahhhhh, your finger feels so good going into my cunt! Fuck me with your finger, big boy! Get your knuckles wet!"

Loud squelching sounds told Jacqui that the girl was getting her wish!

She leaned back against the wall of the stairwell, out of sight of the passionate teenagers. Her breath was coming faster. Her heart pounded as if she'd just run a quarter mile. What a spectacle!

She recognized the black-haired buxom girl, now. Her name was Anne Roxbury, and she was in Martin's class at Walter Williams Jr. Memorial High School. She'd been around once or twice before that Jacqui knew of. She was a polite and intelligent-seeming girl, from the few times Jacqui had talked to her. Of course, she was showing a side of herself that the lithe and youthfully lovely librarian hadn't suspected she possessed.

But then again, so was Martin!

"You're biting my nipple! Hey, that hurts – but it hurts so goooood! Keep chewing my tit; keep fucking my pussy with your finger – don't ever stop!" Jacqui was aware of a new feeling, deep inside. A feeling of jealousy. Why was this little teenybopper getting something she had been denied for so long? The feelings of passion, that had almost caused her to humiliate herself that afternoon, returned in force. The odor of her own hungrily-watering twat added to the tang of the cheerleader's cunt sauce, being spattered all over the rec room by Martin's probing middle finger!

The tall youth began pushing his girlfriend back and down onto the green top of the pool table. Her blue eyes glittered with anticipation and horniness. "That's right!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me now with that great big lovely cock!"

"Un-huh." Martin shook his head. Slim fingers clawed into talons as he wagged the orally-entrapped nipple from side to side. He lifted his head. His mouth and Anne's tit were liberally smeared with saliva. "I've got something new in mind!"

The girl's eyes widened as he climbed up on the table, straddling her waist. His cock grew like a tree out of the tangled undergrowth of his pubic bush. Mid what a cock it was! Nine inches long and proportionally thick, with veins twining like snakes along it, and a broad scarlet head that seemed to radiate lustful heat. Anne caught her breath and stared as Martin took hold of his cumbersome prick and bent down to aim right at her face.

He scooted forward, his balls dragging over the plane of the girl's belly. Anne's eyes stayed fixed on the head of that mighty cock. A tiny drop of clear pre-seminal fluid glistened in the tiny cleft in the tip of the prick.

"What are you doing?" Her voice was hoarse with eagerness.

Martin bent down till the underside of his stiff prick was pressed between the pillowy mountains of her jugs. Letting go of his cock, he slid his sweaty palmed hands around to the outside of her gorgeous tits. He pressed the boobs inward-trapping the turgid cock between them!

He moved his hips experimentally forward. The action fucked his cock an inch into the hot, dry tunnel formed by the two large jugs. It felt good. He fucked a little bit deeper and sighed with satisfaction.

"My tits!" the girl exclaimed in surprised delight. "You're going to fuck my tits!"

"Very perceptive," Martin grunted. He pulled his cock back out from between the girl's boobs. It seemed to vibrate with eagerness to be plunged back into the narrow passage through those mountainous jugs.

Like a bar of heated iron, the big prick surged between Anne's tits. The ultra-sensitive tit-flesh thrilled to the delicious friction of the hard-driving cock. Martin laid his thumbs atop the boobs and began diddling the nipples as he fucked.

"Ohhh, that's nice!" Anne moaned. She looked down past her nose. The flaring head of Martin's cock thrust at her face as he shoved his hips forward. Then it disappeared back into the softness of her jugs as he pulled away. Back and forth his cock sawed, thrilling her tits with every powerful stroke.

The young man felt Anne's hands close over him. He looked into her lust-bright eyes. Taking his hands from her boobs, he slipped them behind her neck, lacing the fingers to support the black-haired head.

Now Anne was squeezing and molding her boobs around Martin's hard-driving cock. With him holding up her head, she could watch every exciting thrust of that swollen prick. Then she realized she was in position to do something more rewarding than just watch.

With the next forward surge of Martin's prick, she opened her berry-red mouth and let the cockhead slip inside. She shut her teeth behind the hood of the flaring prick head, trapping his cock for a dazzling moment while her tongue laved over its burning tip.

After an eternal instant, she let the prick go. Immediately it retreated into the dank hollow between the girl's plentiful jugs. "Hot damn," Martin breathed.

"Like it?" Anne asked archly, eyeing her boobs hungrily, waiting for the young man's cock to drive forward again. She was writhing beneath Martin in a fever of passion. The fucking his cock was giving them, and the delicious manipulations of her own hands, had her hot and horny as hell!