Val Marrick: Tied up aunt

"You don't know how much I'd like to do that," the boy confided to her. "But didn't I promise yesterday I'd have something very, ahh, special for you this afternoon?"

Excitedly, Jacqui nodded.

"Then come along." He took his aunt by the arm and steered her beck toward the recreation area.

The rec room was a corner of the basement that Martin's dad had carpeted and partially paneled in walnut-stained plywood. It contained a pool table – the one Jacqui had watched her nephew tit fuck his girlfriend on the day before – a few chairs, a set of weights, an exercise cycle, and an unlikely contraption Jacqui had been told was a rowing machine. Martin was down here for a long time every day, working out with the sports equipment, or in his own partitioned corner of the basement, which he had turned into a darkroom for his own hobby, photography.

At the moment it looked as if he'd decided to invade the rec room. Big lights were hung from clamps here and there about the room, waiting the flick of a switch to fill the room with hot white light. It had been one of these that Martin had dazzled his aunt with when she came down to the basement to find him.

To one side of the room was Martin's pride and joy, a big, expensive camera on a tripod, aimed at a bare patch of carpet. It had some kind of mechanism affixed to it, which the lovely librarian couldn't identify but which reminded her of a kitchen timer.

"What's this?" she asked, turning. Martin stood beaming proudly at the array.

"Haven't you guessed?" he asked. He steered her by the arm to stand in front of the camera. He stepped to it and made an adjustment. When he stepped back to his aunt's side there was a faint humming in the air.

"Wha…?" Jacqui began, but as before Martin's mouth shut off her words. His tongue was like a firebrand on hers, and she moaned throatily and returned the kiss, her arms wrapped around her nephew's neck.

There was a small but distinct click. Jacqui jumped back, staring around. Her eye lit on the camera's big object lens. "Wait a minute," she said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "Did that thing just make a noise?"

Martin let go of his aunt. "Smile," he said. "You're on camera!" He went over to the wall and flicked a switch. Immediately the room was ablaze with light.

"What's the big idea?" his aunt demanded. Standing there, with her fists on her hips and her head cocked to one side, she was the most achingly erotic thing he'd ever seen.

He swept her up in his arms. Again their mouths melted together for a lingering kiss. One hand traveled to Jacqui's crotch and squeezed her cunt bun, then hiked up her skirt and slipped inside.

Jacqui groaned as her nephew's hand closed over her pussy mound. He massaged the cunt bun, feeling the moistness of her panties. His other hand came around to fondle a delectable tit.

The diminutive click sounded again. Jacqui started violently, but her nephew lifted his hand and ran it down inside her panties. Her warm pussy sauces flowed out over his palm, and then a finger was in her cunt, stroking gently in and out.

The hand let go of her tit. Before Jacqui knew what was happening it was skinning her sodden underpants off her rounded butt, down the taper of her thighs, around her knees. Cool air washed over the flooded, finger-filled slash of her cunt. Martin's stiff cock, still trapped in his pants, felt like a bar of cold-rolled steel between them.

Jacqui broke off her kiss. She bent over and pulled off her panties, gracefully lifting first one leg and then the other. She tossed the panties gaily aside and began unbuttoning her coffee-colored blouse. With one hand still cupped to the forested mound of her cunt while a finger probed at tormented inside her pussy, the other slid down to revel in the silky feel of her bare ass.

In an instant the librarian had her blouse open and was shrugging it off over white shoulders. The high proud tits encased in a lacy black bra were nowhere near the mountainous mammaries Anne Roxbury had displayed, but they were worthy of attention in their own right. Martin's eyes devoured the boobs as his aunt reached over her shoulders to undo the catch.

With a snick, it came free. She brought her bra straps forward over her shoulders with deliberate tantalizing slowness. She felt his cock give a mighty throb of impatience.

The cups of the bra fell away. Twin glories of tit-flesh were exposed – not the vast heaving mounds the raven haired cheerleader possessed, but jutting pale cones, tipped with dark brown nipples half an inch long, straining with lustful eagerness. Martin fucked another finger into his aunt's dripping cunt and buried his face between her boobs.

Jacqui cried out, as her nephew's rough wet tongue washed over her jugs. Paradoxically, it felt both hot and cool at the same time. She cradled his head to her, gritting her teeth in pleasure so intense it approached pain as he brushed a nipple with his tongue.

The two fingers sucked noisily out of her twat. She started to protest, but then Martin pulled her skirt down, baring her ass and furry twat. She moaned again and pressed against him.

Her pussy yearned for his giant cock. Her tits were on fire with delight from his tongue and the gentle, almost infuriating nips he was giving the delicate white titflesh with his teeth. She stepped out of her skirt and her nephew folded both hands around her rump again. His fingers of came inward, teased open the lips of her snatch, and pushed inside her cunt.

"Ohhhhhh!" Jacqui cried. Her cunt was suddenly full to overflowing with her nephew's squirming fingers. The sensation was like having a handful of snakes thrust up her cunt.

With frenzied fingers she began plucking at the button's of Martin's work shirt, reaching around his blond head as she did so. He licked up to the point of one dainty tit and fastened his mouth on it like a lamprey. He sucked in with all his might till Jacqui felt the skin would be delightfully stripped away from her jugs. Then he began exerting a gradual pressure with his teeth, his lips wrapped over them to keep them from hurting the soft skin of his aunt's boobs.

With his tongue he punched at an erect nipple. It vibrated with excitement. "God!" choked Jacqui. She wagged her ass. Her pussy squelched around his invading lingers.

His shirt unbuttoned, Jacqui pulled it down over his powerful brown shoulders. He let the trapped tit slide out of his mouth till he was holding just the stiff nipple between his lips. He began to gnaw at it.

The youth was in heaven. His hands were full of oily, lively cunt. The scalding sauces of his aunt's cunt ran freely over his knuckles. His mouth was savoring the dry, salty taste of tit, and his whole body was feeling the erotic tension building up inside Jacqui. If he didn't do something quick, he was going to come in his pants!

His fingers sloshed out of Jacqui's cunt. Pussy juice drooled down her firm thighs. He let go of her nipple and turned her naked body around, tugging his shirt the rest of the way off as he did so.

Jacqui found herself bent over, with her ass pressed into Martin's crotch. One arm was draped over her hip and curled around so that knowing fingers could search out her clit in the rain-forest tangle of her cunt bush. Martin's other hand was busily opening the fly of his corduroys.

"Hurry!" Jacqui urged. "Get that big cock out and fuck it into me. Oh, hurry!"

With a slap, the underside of Martin's big stiff prick rebounded off her rounded butt. She felt its heat washing over her ass. "Fuck me now!" she demanded as he let go of her twat to pull off his pants and underwear.

Her wish was his command. Straightening, Martin took hold of her lushly-padded hips and without further preamble drove his long, cool cock hilt-deep in her cunt!

Jacqui gasped as her nephew's prick thrust home in the brimming well of her pussy. His were holding her around the waist now. Huffing like a steam engine he began fucking his huge prick swiftly in and out of the librarian's dripping snatch.