Nathan Silvers: Want to whip my aunt?

"Oh, yes, I think it's wonderful to see the young people enjoying themselves," Mirabelle Adams lied to her brother Manfred as she looked around the party room.

There had been no way out of her niece's birthday party. Her niece Eileen had even gotten onto the phone personally and begged her to come.

"Oh, Auntie Mirabelle," she had gushed, "the party wouldn't be right without you!"

The party was even worse than she'd expected. These young people were behaving disgustingly, rubbing up against each other while they danced, blatantly kissing and fondling each other. Eileen was dressed in an outfit that revealed every curve of her wonderful young figure and that slit in her skirt went almost as far as her stocking tops.

At least Eileen was wearing stockings for a formal occasion and not those horrible tights, Mirabelle thought, crossing her own long legs again. But, still, the behavior was outrageous, young people today just had no manners.

Not that Mirabelle was much older than them, she was only in her late twenties. And she had a wonderful figure, it was just that she didn't flaunt hers and let men get wrong ideas about her. With her irritation rising, she crossed her legs once more.

Her brother Manfred had married a slut who had run off when Eileen was six. And Manfred had gone on, having other women at home. Mirabelle knew he hadn't been at all discreet in his affairs, which was probably why Eileen was like she was, clutching her boyfriend Dustin while she slid her body against his. Mirabelle shivered at the thought of allowing herself to rub up against a man.

"Another drink?" Manfred asked. "No, thanks," Mirabelle replied.

"Okay, mind if I get one?" he asked.

"Sure." Mirabelle smiled, watching Eileen dance with Dustin.

Eileen had the same honey-blonde hair, though it was considerably lighter than Mirabelle's. Her deep brown eyes seemed to suggest sex as she danced with Dustin. Eileen's lovely tits almost pushed out of the top of her party dress and she didn't pull away at all when Dustin's hands slid over them.

Mirabelle stiffened and turned her eyes away. It was Manfred's business, of course, but that girl was in considerable moral danger.

Manfred and his friend William were chatting with Nichole, Eileen's closest friend, a real slut if Mirabelle had ever seen one. A dark brunette, pouting face, sulky lips and a come-on look to her slim figure. She was even coming on to Manfred and William, flirting, pushing her tits out at them.

William was a tall, good-looking man, in his thirties, like Manfred. He'd showed an immediate interest in Mirabelle, but then many men did and she had no trouble putting him in his place.

Mirabelle was glad when people began to drift away. She even allowed herself a drink of wine. But that meant she had to go to the bathroom, something she was very nervous about because all the people were going in and out.

Mercifully the bathroom was empty. She checked the lavatory seat carefully before she sat down. She gazed at herself in the mirror as she checked her makeup.

When she came out of the bathroom, things seemed even quieter downstairs and somebody had switched the light off by the bedrooms. She tiptoed along toward the top of the stairs, regretting that she didn't really know where the light switches were. Then she heard voices, a cooing and moaning coming from Manfred's bedroom.

She didn't really believe that Manfred would be having sex with one of his women at his daughter's party, but if he was, then she would let him know exactly what she felt about him. She tiptoed to the partly closed door.

"Ohhhh, Dustin!" Eileen giggled. "It's so big! Isn't it, Nichole?"

The two girls giggled.

"Do you think he's been a good boy?"

Nichole asked. "I mean good enough for the full treat?"

"Yeah, I think so, if he promised to give us nice things later," Eileen said. "I mean he always does, right?"

"Yeah, so, maybe we'd better give him it?" Nichole teased.

"Sure, why not!" Eileen gasped.

Mirabelle couldn't think what this gift Eileen and Nichole were giving Dustin, but it sounded suspicious. She pushed the door open a little and peeped inside. What she saw stopped her breath instantly.

Dustin lay on the bed, his pants off, his cock looking like a stiff pole. Mirabelle's niece and her friend were sprawled across the bed beside him, stroking his thick prick and giggling.

Mirabelle was so shocked, she stiffened in disgust.

"Mmmm!" Eileen purred, sliding her soft lips over the tip of her boyfriend's cock, sucking at it gently. She stroked the shaft, her fingers butter flying up and down the stiff flesh, her mouth running gently over his swollen cockhead.

That was disgusting enough, but Nichole was reaching around Eileen, her hands on Eileen's heaving tits! Mirabelle thought she'd faint. "You like her tits." Nichole giggled, sliding her hands into the top of Eileen's dress and easing the girl's tits out. "I mean, I know you like 'em, you get 'em often enough." She caressed the girl's soft swelling tit-flesh as Eileen's mouth sank a little deeper on Dustin's cock. "Ohhh! Lemme have some of that cock!"

Nichole twisted round on the bed, her blouse already open, the clasp and cups of her bra visible. She sank down beside Eileen and kissed Dustin's cockshaft, moving her mouth down to his balls.

Dustin fucked his cock harder into Eileen's sucking mouth. "Ohhh, fuck! You two drive me crazy!"

The two girls giggled and licked his cock, their mouths working together, moving up and down the full length of his thick fuck-meat, covering it with saliva. Slowly their sexy, pouting mouths met over his cockhead. Their tongues flicked over each other's lips and his swollen prickhead, their fingers working his shaft, caressing his balls.

Mirabelle clutched the door, sure she was witnessing the most depraved act in the world.

"You wanna a real treat?" Eileen giggled, looking up at Dustin.

"You bet, you little nympho." He chuckled, running his hands in her hair. "If you want it later, you gimme everything, whore!"

"Ohhh, nasty big man!" Eileen gurgled, licking his cockhead, her soft red lips sliding on his thick flesh. "So, who's first?"

"You!" Dustin gasped, leaning back on the pillows and moaning with lust.

Eileen giggled louder, her tight formal dress rucking up over her thighs, showing her stocking tops as she moved up, her mouth on Dustin's fucker, her hands caressing his balls. Then, very slowly, an inch at a time, she eased her mouth down the length of his cock while Nichole licked at his balls and kissed her friend's luscious lips.

Mirabelle couldn't believe it! More and more of Dustin's cock slid into Eileen's sucking mouth. Her depraved little niece was sucking all of the man's disgusting fuck-rod in.

Eileen's throat started to bulge as she worked his thick cockhead into it. As Dustin lay on the bed and groaned with lust, Eileen slid her mouth to the base of his cock and held her lips there.

"Ah, ah, yeah!" Dustin gasped, griping the pillows in his lust, his cock heaving and jerking deep in Eileen's throat.

"Don't come yet, you fucker!" Nichole giggled, moving her soft mouth over his lower belly, licking and kissing his skin.

"Ohhh, fuck, Jesus! Nichole, do it soon or I'll come! I will, fuck, I'm so hot!"

"You're always fuckin' hot," Nichole sniggered, biting him a little, her sharp teeth nibbling at his hard, muscular flesh. "You'll just have to be a man and hold it."

"Aaahhh!" Dustin sighed, staring at the two girls working his cock over.

He groaned and fell back, gasping for breath, his cock buried in Eileen's sucking throat.

And Eileen wasn't just holding him down there. Her throat sucked and spumed over his thick prick, driving him crazier than ever. Her mouth bobbed up and down, moving over his flesh, working his cock to the depths of her throat.