Donna Allen - The hottest aunt

She murmured and moaned with pleasure.

He continued licking her asscheeks. Then, using both his hands, he gently pried apart the plump globes of her ass.

Gloria shivered at the lewdness of the exposure. He was obviously a man experienced with women, and she wondered what he thought of her. One of her lovers had once told her the fringe of dark hair growing in the crack of her ass turned him on. Was Philip Norton turned on by her ass?

As if reading her mind, he extended his tongue into the crack of her ass and licked it thoroughly. He lingered at the bottom edge of her cunt and noisily slurped up the dripping juice. Then he slid his tongue back up between the cheeks, lapping and tickling and licking the wrinkled puckered grommet of her asshole.

Her sphincter muscles were loose. She felt the tip of his tongue pushing into the narrow hole. Murmuring her approval, she lifted her hips to encourage him.

Soon he was pushing his tongue as far inside her asshole as he possibly could, sliding it in and out with vigorous pistoning motions that forced her to squirm and flex her ass. His fingers pulled her asscheeks even further apart, stretching the sensitive flesh so that her asshole widened to allow an easier passage for his tongue.

Releasing one asscheek, he moved his fingers down to probe the opening of her cunt. She was dripping again. She moaned softly when his fingers plunged inside. Then he searched out her clitoris to strum it back and forth with a stiff finger.

"Yesssss!" she hissed.

She clenched her asshole around his tongue, attempting to hold him fast, but finally his tongue withdrew to be replaced by his finger. With one finger in her ass and the other in her cunt, he worked and massaged the membrane separating them.

Then he popped the finger out of her ass and pushed his tongue in again, this time with a second finger in her cunt, rhythmically fucking her cunthole.

She heaved a deep groan, shattered by the sensations he was producing in her body. She could see him in the mirror. His cock was fully erect, rising from its hairy root, the swollen purplish cockhead free of the foreskin and dripping fluid.

His warm tongue continued to ease in and out of the clutching tube of her asshole.

He finally removed his tongue and shifted the position of her ass. He gripped the base of his cock with one hand and directed the smooth cockhead to her puckered assring.

She groaned once more, and in a moment, he was tunneling into her. Centering his weight on his hips, he pushed vigorously forward.

"Oh, yes, fuck my ass!" she cried.

Holding her asscheeks wide apart, he pulled back and pushed in again, groaning with delight as his prick shaft slid into the hot gripping tunnel. The elastic ring of her asshole was stretched to its fullest to accommodate his cock. Her hips twisted, and mewling sounds came from her throat. Clutching her hips, he began to piston smoothly in and out, his glittering eyes fixed on the sucking grommet.

Gloria rolled up her eyes as he plowed a white hot furrow into the depths of her ass. She gripped him tightly with her sphincter muscles, pulling at him to get everything he had. At the end of each stroke, she could feel his crotch hair scratching the still-tender cheeks, his dangling balls slapping against her cuntlips.

She loved all of it. She loved having the whole length of his cock plunging into her clutching shitter.

"How does it feel?" he asked.

She vented a deep moan of lust and pleasure. "Don't stop!" she cried. "Keep fucking me!"

Moving his hands under her body, he took hold of her hanging tits and pinched and tugged the long juicy nipples.

"You love it, don't you?"

Yes, I love it! she thought. On the night of her eighteenth birthday, she'd asked the boy she was dating to do it to her. The first time had blown her mind. Getting fucked in the ass by a man who knew how never failed to carry her over the top.

Philip Norton obviously knew how.

The grip of his hands on her tits was marvelous. She was sweating and grunting like an animal – and that was marvelous, too. Fucking, after all, was never meant to be civilized.

"Don't stop!" she cried. "I'm going to come soon! Don't stop!"

She moved a hand to her cunt, her fingers pulling and squeezing the lips, and then pushing inside the juice-filled hole. She could feel his thrusting cock on the other side of the wall separating the two channels.

"You've got a tight hot ass!"

She groaned. She loved it when a man talked to her like that. She visualized how stretched her ass-hole must look as it sucked on his cock. She felt his hairy muscular thighs scratching her skin. She felt his hard belly slap and rub the spread cheeks of her ass. She felt his hairy balls bouncing against the dropping swollen lips of her cunt. His cock danced and twisted inside the hot tube of her shitter. All the stupid trivialities of life vanished – nothing mattered any more except the deep probing of her body by a meaty cock.

"Oh, shit!" she cried. "Oh, Christ, you're big! Give it to me! Fuck me hard!"

She gasped and whined. She could feel the blood pounding in her head.

Suddenly he groaned and heaved and drove his cock into her ass as deeply as possible. When he started shooting his load, she could feel each spurt of jism as it gushed out of his pulsing cock.

"Oh, God! Oh, God, yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! I'm commmiiiing!"

He drilled and probed and pumped, shooting his hot cream into the waiting hole. At the end of it, squealing and sobbing, her eyes bulging and her tongue hanging loose, she fell over on the bed, completely exhausted.

Gloria's ass hurt for nearly a week. She was annoyed at herself over her stupid innocence in allowing herself to be so easily seduced by Philip Norton. No matter how much she'd enjoyed the fucking, she decided she was not the sort of woman to hop into bed with just any man who dropped his pants.

She avoided Andy. She avoided thinking about sex. But after six days, the heat and sensitivity in her pussy were back to normal. Her ass seemed in working order again, and her sexual needs rose to the surface. On the morning of the seventh day, she walked into the bathroom totally aware of the hyper-sensitivity of her pussy produced by her abstinence.

After adjusting the shower so the spray was at full force, she stepped into its pounding path. She welcomed the spray like a lover. She raised her heavy tits to the water. Steam rising in clouds around her body, she positioned herself to get the full force of the spray directly on her cunt.

The water cascaded over the quivering lips, pushed apart the curling dark hair to splatter the throbbing bean of her clit. She leaned back to bring her cuntmound into prominence, but the penetration was not sufficient. With a sigh of impatience, she lowered herself to the floor of the tub and positioned her crotch to receive the shower.

This time it worked. The warm spray pulverized her cunt, each pellet of water stinging her clit. She pulled her cuntlips up over her pubic bone, tugging at the hood of her clitoris to expose it even more.

Waves of ecstasy began to build in her belly and cunt, and soon she was moaning and whimpering, her fingers stretching her cuntmouth in imitation of a cock. With a final cry, she hunched her hips to an orgasm.

The climax was meager, but she told herself it was better than nothing. Leaving the shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and walked into the bedroom.

Andy was standing near the bed, waiting for her.

"Want me to dry you off?" he asked.

Gloria threw a quick glance at the door and was thankful it was closed.

"You shouldn't be here," she said. "It's too dangerous."

"Nobody's home except us," he said. "They've gone out."