Val Marrick - Tied up aunt

"God yes! Fuck me hard!" the naked woman begged. The carpet was rough under her elbows and knees. To either side the stacks of books loomed over her like guardians, seeming to look down in disapproval on this lewd intrusion on their quiet sanctum. "Ram that big fat cock all the way to my tonsils!"

Kneeling behind her, the tall, well-built young man shook blond hair out of his eyes and gazed down at the perfectly matched demi globes of her ass, divided neatly by the massive pillar of cock he was driving into her pussy from behind. His prick was smeared with aromatic juices. His vigorous fucking made a rhythmic sound as the cock pistoned in and out of the seething pussy.

The woman's whole body undulated as she fucked the youth back with all her skill and passion. Those achingly lovely white buttocks surged and rolled around the endless cock as it rammed home. Her pussy sucked noisily on the prick as it pulled out.

The youth's clutching fingers made deep depressions in the flawless skin of her ass. With every lunging stroke his dangling balls smacked wetly into the midst of her gaping, cock-gorged pussy lips. Her cunt felt like a combination of a hot, wet vacuum cleaner and a roller-coaster ride on his cock.

A thin film of sweat sheened their naked bodies. The musty air of the library was thick with the smell of aroused and greedy cunt. The huffing and puffing of erotic exertions rang around the structural members of the ceiling.

"That's it," the woman choked out as the cock slammed deep into her cunt. "Just keep it up like that, big boy. I'm going to come at… any… minute – ahh!"

"That's good," grunted the fair-haired youth. He slid his palms over the satiny smoothness of that churning ass. "I can't hold out much longer myself!"

The woman barely heard him. Intolerable pressure was building up in her pussy. Pressure that could only be let off in one way. Desperate to prolong the sweet ecstasy of fucking, the woman tried to fight back her climax, but it was too much, she had to – "Eeeeeeyyyyaaaahhhh!" she shrieked.

The very walls seemed to tremble with the enormity of it – screaming, in the halls of a library! "I'm coooommmmmiiinnnggg!"

For the young man it was as if his cock had suddenly taken on a life of his own. The hungry prick seemed to drag his hips back and forth as the steaming cauldron of the woman's cunt boiled over with orgasm. The intensity of her climax shook him like a giant hand.

Then her pussy clamped down on his huge, thrusting prick. "Woof!" he exclaimed, and spewed come like a firehose into the furthest regions of her snatch.

She tossed her head from side to side, moaning low in her throat, her short auburn hair whipping her cheeks. She was complete. Her body and soul were thrilling to a thunderous orgasm. A giant cock was ramrodding her cunt from behind, and better, was pumping her pussy full of rich, warm come. It had been so long, so long.

"Miss?"

So long since she had known the irresistible, domineering urgency of a rigid male cock coming in her pussy.

"Miss?" The voice was tentative, but tinged with impatience.

"Don't talk," the woman moaned, "just keep fucking me!"

"I beg your pardon?"

Jacquelin Hyde snapped her eyes opened. A pimply-faced teenager stood peering across the book check-out desk at her. His face was dead pale and his eyes were big as duck eggs. The librarian felt herself blushing.

"Umm, uh – I said, keep trucking, Lee. Just a friendly greeting." She adjusted her round-framed glasses, feeling like a total idiot. "May I help you?"

Wordlessly, the boy shoved a pile of books at her.

Jacqui bit her lip as she watched the narrow-shouldered figure beat a hasty retreat, clutching his bundle of books. You almost blew it that time, baby, she told herself.

Almost of its own accord, her ass wiggled in the seat of her swivel chair. Her long, slender thighs were pressed tightly together. The hot smell of nylons soaked with pungent pussy sauce was thick in her nostrils. How could the kid have failed to recognize the unmistakable odor of aroused cunt?

Then Jacqui thought about what the kid looked like. No, of course he wouldn't recognize it.

Looking like that, he'd never have smelled an aroused pussy!

Her thighs squirmed together. Dammit, she was still turned on!

She looked around. It was late afternoon, and the library was deserted. She cupped her full, ripe tits in her hand. She could feel the straining hardness of her nipples even through her blouse and brassiere. She was still horny as hell from her graphic fantasy – she could still feel that gigantic cock driving into her!

She'd been too long without a man. It was six months since her divorce, and over six months since she'd last gotten fucked. She dropped her hands to her lap. Slowly, her fingers inched their way down till they covered the moist mound of her pussy.

A soft groan of pleasure rose unbidden in her throat as she began to massage the soft mound of her cunt. She was going to have to be more careful about when she fantasized. If that kid hadn't been a naive schmuck, and sexually insecure into the bargain, the jig would be up right now.

She'd also have to watch out what she fantasized as well. That had been no imaginary lover, kneeling on the carpet of the Robert V. Woodward Memorial Library, fucking his big cock in and out of her like a horny stallion.

It was her nephew Martin!

Martin, big, powerful, sexy Martin. Hard to believe he had only just turned eighteen. With his professor father and mother – Jacqui's sister – on a year's sabbatical in Athens studying Greek culture, he and Jacqui had been alone together in that big house for two months. And in that time Jacqui Hyde had become painfully aware of just what a desirable stud her teenaged nephew was.

Her head jerked back. Her eyes turned glassy. "Unnnh," she moaned. There was a brief, sharp spasming in her cunt, and then her body relaxed.

She'd brought herself off. But big deal! Her orgasm had been just a brief twinge, a mere release of sexual tension. Not the grand outburst of ecstasy it should have been.

Something was very wrong. And it would take a real man to set it right again!

At first Jacqui thought she had the sprawling suburban house to herself. Then she heard voices, echoing up the stairs from the basement. Downstairs was the rec room and a surprisingly well-equipped gym. Martin must have some of his friends down there shooting pool. She walked to the door and opened it, to call down a greeting so the boy wouldn't worry when he heard movement upstairs.

"Oh, wow!" a girl's voice floated clearly up to the woman's startled ears. "What a cock! I just can't get over it – let me at it!" She heard a guttural grunt from her nephew.

Heart thudding, Jacqui kicked off her shoes. Then in nyloned feet she crept quietly down the stairs. Her joints somehow felt weak and watery, and there was a tightness in the base of her throat. She had to lean against one wall for support.

She reached the bottom of the stairs. Cautiously, she peered out around the end of the stairwell.

Her nephew wasn't playing pool, but he was plying his cue all right. He stood, naked but for a red muscle shirt stretched over his broad chest, beside the flat green table. On her knees before him was a black-haired girl in a cheerleader's costume. He was fucking his rigid prick in and out between her full, moist lips.

His prick was every bit as huge as Jacqui had imagined it!

"That feels nice," the boy murmured, tangling his hand in the gleaming wealth of raven hair at his waist. "But I've got an even better idea!"

He tugged upward on the black hair. The girl gave a little squeal around his prick, fully half of which was thrust into her face, forcing her jaws far apart and making her round cheeks pooch out like a chipmunk's. Then she started to climb to her feet. Stubbornly, she kept her oral hold of the big cock. Wetly it slid out of her sucking mouth, till at last it popped free. It sprang up, flicking the girl's own saliva into her face.