Val Marrick - Tied up aunt

She didn't have much time to think about it. Martin plopped down beside her on the floor and hauled her effortlessly across his knee. "Wait, hold it," she pleaded. "Can't we reason this ou – ooooouuuuch!"

Martin raised his hand from a white butt cheek blazing with the scarlet imprint of his palm. His hand stung from the force of the blow. He could feel his aunt quivering in his lap.

What was this feeling he had? His pulse pounded in his ears. He was extremely horny, all of a sudden, despite coming off spectacularly in his aunt's asshole not five minutes ago. He could feel the tip of his cock poking into Jacqui's soft belly. But it was more than mere lust he was feeling now. It was… power.

The camera clicked. He swung again, a looping overhand swat. "Yiiiiii!" Jacqui squealed. She jackknifed violently. Her long legs flashed in the air.

Again Martin hit her, and again. Then he was raining blows furiously on his aunt's upturned buttocks. With a sound like wet sails snapping in the wind, he spanked those luscious bare asscheeks for all he was worth.

Jacqui was crying and pleading with him to stop. The tears ran freely down her face. The rope was rubbing her wrists raw, but showed no signs of giving way. She was trapped, despite her struggles.

Heat radiated from the upturned ass. The once-snowy hills of ass flesh glowed a deep cherry red. It seemed to the aroused youth that he could feel the smarting in his aunt's abused ass.

Sweat streamed down his face. His muscles were getting sore from his relentless onslaught on Jacqui's ass. She bounced around in his lap, flopping and squirming with the pain.

Sweat-covered flesh slid over sweat-covered flesh. Slowly Martin became aware of something else. From somewhere cool wetness was running down onto one bare thigh.

His nostrils, spread wide to drink huge breaths of air into his hungry lungs, gave him the answer. She was getting turned on! Her pussy was watering with renewed desire, and the fragrant juices were spilling out of her cunt mouth and leaking onto his leg.

So he wasn't the only one getting horny from spanking his librarian aunt! But his victim wasn't the only one hurting either. The palm of his right hand throbbed with pain from hitting her ass.

The tempo of his blows slowed as he looked about the room. Jacqui wagged her glowing butt, as though demanding him get back to the serious business of spanking her. He saw that his jeans were lying within easy reach, so he leaned over and snagged them by the belt loops.

Unaware of what her nephew was up to, Jacqui lay limply across his knees. She was breathing heavily, and not only from the brisk exercise she'd been getting. "You like it?" the young man asked her, pulling the thick brown belt out of its loops. "You dig being spanked?"

Jacqui shook her head. A stinging swat landed on her already sore butt. "Aiii!" she cried. "Yes! Yes, damn you – I like it! Why are you stopping?"

Martin wrapped his fingers around the belt buckle. He wound the leather strap several turns around his hand till about a foot dangled from his fist. "I'm not," he said, drawing a bead on that ripe, beet-red ass. "Just taking a breather."

With that he swung the belt and brought it down right between the cheeks of his aunt's ass.

It was as though an electric shock had blasted through her shiny nude body. She jerked so hard she bounced clear off her nephew's lap. "Yeeeeee! oooooowwwwww?" she wailed. When she landed it knocked the breath out of the boy.

He drew back his arm and struck again. Once more the leather cracked on Jacqui's butt. She squealed, and her calves thrashed in the air.

Martin's aim wasn't to inflict any permanent damage. It was just what he'd told Jacqui – to try something new. And something was telling him he'd struck pay dirt. His aunt screamed and fought convincingly enough when the blows landed, and sobbed in between, but the sobs weren't sobs of pain – they were sobs of passion!

He had a lapful of incredibly aroused, naked woman!

"How do you like this?" he asked. Jacqui shook her head. He slapped her ass lightly with the belt, making her jump more with surprise than pain. "Well?"

"Nuh-nooo!" the woman wailed. "Stop it!"

Martin leered down at her. "You don't want me to do this any more?" Leather slapped loudly on bare flesh.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Jacqui screeched. "No – yes! I don't know – just don't hurt me any more!"

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Leave me alone!"

Crack! The naked body bucked. The camera clicked.

"What do you want?" Crack! "Tell the truth!" Crack!

"Stop – oooowwww! I just want you to stop spanking me!"

"Is that all?" Martin planted three stiff blows smack on the narrow crevice of his aunt's tightly-clenched butt. "Is that all you want?"

Crack! "Yes!" Click-crack! "Yeeaiii! Yes – no! No, it's not!"

Martin let the belt rest like a tail across the heaving pink buttocks. "Then what do you want?"

Jacqui opened her mouth to answer and found she couldn't!

The naked librarian wanted to scream out to her nephew, "Fuck me – fuck me hard!" But she was somehow inhibited. In the heat of passion, when his incredibly huge cock was pistoning in and out of her sopping cunt, she had found it easy enough to vocalize her lust and need and joy – in terms the prim and proper Ms. Jacqueline Hyde of Memorial Library would have found shockingly graphic!

But this was different. Somehow she couldn't say the words her slavering pussy demanded that she way. This was her nephew, after all!

Martin seemed to sense his aunt's discomfort. He was getting incredibly turned on by the cat-and-mouse game he was playing with her. He was dominating his naked, lovely, wanton aunt completely and he was loving every minute of it!

"What is it you want?" he asked again. He lifted his arm.

"I can't – aiiiieeeeee!" She had relaxed her ass unconsciously. The belt came down hard right on the pucker of her asshole! The pain was exquisite.

Yes, it was exquisite! She was actually enjoying the pain! "Can't tell you!"

Martin snapped the tip of the belt like a whip at his aunt's left butt cheek. "What is it you want?"

"I want you to fuck me," Jacqui said in a small voice.

Bang! "Aiiiyitch!" Jacqui shrilled. "I want you to fuck me, dammit!"

Martin threw the belt away. "You should have told me before!" he said, spilling the naked woman off onto the floor. She fell heavily on her side.

"Oooh," she said. Strong fingers grasped her thigh. Martin was kneeling behind her ass, lifting her leg into the air. One hand held his cock. He bent the throbbing prick down to aim its wedge-shaped head right at his aunt's oozing pussy.

Jacqui looked down. Her amber eyes opened wide as she saw that magnificent prick approaching her cunt. "Oh yes!" she cried in delight, and reached down to spread her pussy lips to receive that gorgeous cock.

Only she couldn't. Her hands were still tied! She flushed with embarrassment, and then the head of Martin's cock touched her wide-open pussy.

Electric pleasure thrilled along her nerves. "Hurry up," she cried. All her inhibitions were forgotten in the sudden surge of need that filled her body. "Fuck that great big cock into my hungry pussy!"

But Martin wasn't through toying with his lusty aunt. He inserted the tip of his prick between the juicy twat lips and stood, reveling in the feel of the woman's ravenous pussy kissing his prick.

"Hurry up!" Jacqui cried again. Her ass came off the carpet in an attempt to impale her pussy on that maddening shaft of prick. It did no good. Her arms were stretched out above her head, and the rope that bound them was taut between her wrists and the leg of the pool table. "Fuck me, dammit – fuck me hard!"

Martin grinned lewdly. His hips inched forward. The cock-head moved ahead to be swallowed by the pink-lipped pussy. "Like it?"