Kathy Harris: Horny hot aunt

She covered his massive cock with honey or jam and licked it off with her eager tongue. She rubbed whipped cream on his balls and sucked it off. He had often told her he could never hope for a wilder, more satisfying fuck-partner than Mandy. She had never denied him and she had always been ready and willing to perform any sexual act he wanted.

But now he was ignoring her and she didn't know what to do about it. She let out a heartfelt sigh and plugged her pussy harder. Her hand didn't give her half the pleasure Carl's cock always did, but her fingers felt hot and exciting up inside her wet, gushing cunt.

She closed her eyes again and pretended that it was Carl's fingers inside her pussy. He had such big, rough, muscular fingers. He would wiggle them around inside her, shoving them in and out of the tight hole and she would beg him for more. And she would get it too. In the form of his long, and thick prick.

"Ohhh, yes, Carl," she moaned as she pumped her fingers more furiously in and out of her horny little pussy.

She heard her husband singing in the shower now and she moaned, remembering all the times she had joined him in the shower. She would work up lather with the bar of soap and take his cock in her hands, coating it with the sudsy goo. When his prick was good and hard, she would lean against the corner of the tiled shower and spread her legs.

Carl would grin as he guided his cock up the spread cunt lips and shoved it up her cunt hole. They would fuck for long moments before finally coming together.

Nobody could hold a hard-on like Carl. He was able to last just as long as she wanted him to, keeping it up for hours at a time. And he always seemed to find just the right angle of fucking to make her all but lose her mind before he even had his prick shaft all the way up her cunt bole.

Carl loved fucking his wife in the shower so much that he had installed a special towel rack for her to hold onto so she could bend over and take his cock dog-style.

The combination of hot, steamy water on her back and Carl's thick, hard, and pulsating cock up her cunt turned her mind inside out… While she held onto the towel rack, Carl gripped her tits, pinching her nipple painfully but pleasurably as he dog-fucked her.

Over the years, the husband auf wife had worked out a special way of fucking to various rhythms. That, Carl would start fucking his wife on a certain beat, often picking the rhythm from the tape or radio that they played while they fucked. He would pump his cock in and out of he in any rhythm he heard. And Mandy, in turn, would grind her hips to his beat. Their harmonious fucking was enough to make the woman's pussy boil.

When she felt especially turned on, Mandy would bend her supple back over and reach through her open legs, taking hold of his cock-base. She would ride his rigid fuck-pole like that, holding onto the base of his cock while he pumped his cock in and out of her hot, buttery cunt.

Carl would wrap one hand about her waist and brace himself against the shower wall. This position always guaranteed them a wild ride as his prick in and out of her and she moaned and begged for more.

He would fuck her relentlessly as the steam filled the bathroom and the sound of the rushing water drowned out the sounds of her moans and his primitive grunts of pleasure.

Now Mandy folded her knees against her big, full tits and her cunt splayed open wider this position. Her knees rubbed against her nipples, enhancing her sexual pleasure.

She worked her nips in brisk circles, rubbing them until they stood up stiffly. She fingered her clit, strumming it to a full, throbbing erection.

God! she thought heatedly. Why can't Carl just walk in here right now and see me all spread out and panting and ready for a good fuck?

"Oh, Carl," she moaned aloud as she pumped her fingers in and out of her creamy pussy slit. She massaged her nips with her knees and fucked herself over and over while the water ran full blast from the next room.

Inside the shower, Carl stood there jerking himself off. He knew that he would be fucking his sister in less than half an hour but he had gotten so horny lying next to his wife and hearing her beg him to fuck her that he just had to give himself a fast hand-job before going to Cathy's hotel.

He fisted his prick shaft and stroked the wide, beefy stalk, closing his eyes and groaning with pleasure as he began to pump his fist faster and faster.

While he beat his meat, he pretended that it was Mandy's hand on his cock and he groaned again, only wishing it was true. If it weren't for the guilt!

His entire body bunched forward as he jerked himself off. His big hard cock was tilted toward the ceiling at a lewd angle as he ran his muscular hand up and down the full length of his cock meat.

The big blue vein that ran the full length of his prick shaft throbbed fiercely as he stroked his cockrod. He worked the head of his prick for a few minutes and then worked his fist up and down the full hard cockmeat.

Using short, brisk strokes now, the man worked himself closer and closer to the orgasm that was just out of reach. His balls tightened up and shook and he pictured himself fucking his huge hard prick up Mandy's pussy.

He jerked his thick cock faster and harder, moving his hand quickly up and down, feeling his cockmeat throbbing harder and harder.

"Awww, shit," he grunted as a white jet of cum shot from his prick.

Wad after wad of the thick goo exploded from his prick and it cascaded down the shower tiles in thick, creamy gobs. He pictured Mandy licking it off and he groaned again.

Mandy was sitting on the edge of the bed still naked, when her husband wafted in fully dressed now. She had finger-fucked herself to two orgasms but somehow her little pussy was no more satisfied than before. She knew that she needed a cock, a big hard cock. Only then could she feel satisfied.

"I guess it's time that I got going, honey," Carl murmured, not looking directly at his wife as he walked by her.

"I think we need to talk," Mandy said, her voice so hushed that Carl could hardly hear her words.

"I'd like to, honey," he said, kissing her gently on the forehead, "but you know how it is. No time right now."

"But this is really important, Carl. I think our marriage is in real trouble," Mandy said, her tone still so soft that there was no hint of the turmoil she felt inside her.

"I think you're exaggerating," Carl said, feeling a jolt of fear stab into his stomach. There was no way he could give up fucking his sister but he couldn't handle the idea of losing Mandy either.

Mandy felt tears gathering in her eyes once again. She felt hurt and confused – and angry, too. So angry that she wanted to yell and scream out her rage. But she thought about their son, Will, and she fought to control her impulse.

"All right, Carl. We won't talk… not now, anyway. But I'm warning you… we need to work things out," Mandy said firmly.

The severity of her tone made Carl look at her. Their eye contact didn't last long for the tears he saw in her eyes and the guilt that continued to overwhelm him made him look away. He cleared his throat, feeling very, very uncomfortable.

"Okay, Carl," Mandy continued, "we'll put our talk off until tonight. But if you don't come home early tonight so we can… I'm warning you… I don't know what I'll do but I'll make you pay. I have my needs too, you know, and I'm getting tired of the way you've been ignoring me lately. I mean it. I want you home early tonight!"

"I don't think loan make it home until late tonight," Carl said, hating himself as he spoke the words but knowing that they were true. He was a captive of his lust for his sister, and he knew with certainty that as long as she was in town, he would be with her every chance they got… in her bed… fucking her.