Michael Corbett: Eager sucking aunt

Looking around furtively, Laura Jensen tugged her strapless bikini top lower on her massive tits. When her big pink nipples and wide areolas were completely bare, she let go of the top and began tugging at her bikini bottom, wiggling her broad hips around on the semi-reclining lawn chair. She stopped the tugging and wiggling when about an inch of her pussy hair was exposed.

"Oh, shit!" she breathed.

She thought she had heard a noise. She jerked her head around and looked over her right shoulder, but there was no one there. The sixty-foot expanse of neat green lawn between her chair and the street that ran in front of her house was empty. Just to be on the safe side, she swung her head the other way. There was no one on that side, either.

"Relax, damn it," Laura muttered to herself in a voice that was anything but relaxed. "No one's going to see you."

Sighing, she picked up the plastic jar of suntan lotion and started rubbing lotion onto the newly exposed flesh of her tits and loins. Her nipples swelled, flushed to a darker pink. A thrilling tingle raced down from her tits through her belly and into her hot tight cunt.

She shivered with lust.

She had to force herself to stay calm as she heard a car come down the street in front of her house, then turn onto the street that ran along this side of her yard. She had a corner lot, but there was no way anyone in either of the two streets could see how much skin she was showing. A thick, seven-foot-tall hedge ran all along this side of the yard, and her chair was facing the hedge, with the back of the chair toward the street that ran in front of her brick house. Someone in the street out front would be able to see part of her beautiful bare legs and some of the flesh of her huge, jutting tits, but no one would be able to tell just how far down her bikini top and bikini bottom were. Since the hedge also ran along the back edge of the yard and along the other side, she was safe.

"It's ridiculous, anyway," she muttered. "What the hell do I care if someone sees my nipples and a little of my pussy hair? I'm a grown woman. I'm thirty-two years old. I've been through a marriage and a divorce, I have no children, and if I want to flaunt my body and maybe get a hard juicy cock rammed into my pussy, or twelve million hard juicy cocks rammed into my pussy, that's my fucking business!"

She squirted several more big dollops of suntan lotion onto her satiny-skinned tits and began rubbing it in with a vengeance. There was already more suntan lotion on her tits than she needed, but that didn't stop her. Hell, she needed to have her tits rubbed. She needed to have a lot of other good things done to her, too. Most of all, she needed to have a stiff prick fucking deep inside her eager wet cunt for a very long time. She needed to be fucked into paradise.

Laura's divorce had come only three months ago, but her supply of steady cock had run out six months before that, when she and her husband had separated. Shit, the truth was, her supply of steady cock had run out even before the separation.

It had all been the fault of her older brother Frank and his Goddamned Wife, Mary. Actually, Laura had two brothers, as well as a sister, and they were all older than Laura. But Frank was the only one who lived here in the same town Laura lived in. Frank was also the only one who was a Goddamned meddlesome churchgoer. And his idiot of a wife was just like him. Unfortunately, they lived less than a block away, on the street that ran alongside Laura's house.

"Shit on both of them," Laura said. She leaned back in her chair, dragged her palms slowly across her turgid nipples one more time, then began rubbing suntan lotion onto her lower belly. More tremors raced through her voluptuous body. "Oh, yes, I've got to! Right out here in the yard! That'll make it even more exciting!"

Panting, she hurriedly looked over her shoulders again and saw that her front yard was still empty. Then she draped one arm across one of the aluminum arms of the lawn chair with apparent casualness and jammed her other hand down inside her bikini bottom. Her legs had been parted slightly, but now she spread them as far as she could without letting them fall off the lawn chair. She started massaging her pussy lips, feeling her pleasure build. Her pussy lips were already hot and wet, and it wasn't just heat and sweat caused by the hot summer sun.

Christ, she needed a prick inside her!

With her fingers, she opened her hot cunt lips and began rubbing her clit. Her pleasure grew rapidly and she let her thumb take over the rubbing of her clit as she wriggled three fingers deep into her aching cunt.

"Yeess, fuck me!" she groaned, pumping the fingers in and out of her juicy pussy. "Fuck yourself, you Goddamned bitch, you whore!" Her ass squirmed softly in the lawn chair as she fucked her cunt with rapid, twisting strokes of the three fingers.

She'd gotten married when she was twenty-four years old. From her teens, when she'd gotten a cock in her pussy for the first time, until age twenty-three, she had run wild. She didn't know how many guys had fucked her during those years, but she was sure it must have been well over a hundred. And she had loved every last prick, every last fuck, and every last suck.

But then she'd met the man who she thought was Mr. Right, and she'd decided it was time to settle down. They'd gotten married about a year after they met.

And for the first five years of their marriage, her husband really had been Mr. Right. The trouble was, he hadn't stayed that way. He had let himself fall under the influence of Frank and Mary. They'd gotten him to start going to church and they'd helped him gripe at Laura when she'd refused to go. But Laura had remained adamant that all churches were absurd, and they and her husband had backed off on the church issue and started trying to change Laura in other ways.

They'd wanted her to stop using words they regarded as vulgar, particularly the words fuck, cock, prick, dick, balls, cunt, pussy, titties, tits, and ass. They'd wanted her to wear a big one-piece bathing suit instead of a tiny bikini. She never wore a bra or girdle or a slip or pantyhose and rarely wore panties, and they'd wanted her to start wearing those things, especially when she went to work.

When she'd refused those silly demands, her husband had become obsessed with the notion that she was sucking and fucking with at least one of the men who worked where she did. Since she was a secretary, he'd figured her boss was the most likely candidate. Laura had denied all this – and had been telling the truth – but it hadn't helped. Her husband had remained sure she was guilty, and to punish her, he'd started sleeping in one of the spare bedrooms and hardly ever fucking her. His paranoia and the lack of fucking had led to their separation and divorce. She'd gotten the house but no alimony. She'd started using her maiden name again. Frank and Mary were still on her back, though.

Laura looked around the yard again now as she kept stroking the three fingers in and out of her sultry pussy and rubbing her clit with her thumb. She halfway expected to see Mary come strolling into the yard and if Mary saw her like this, Mary would start bitching again about how Laura was going to corrupt Troy and Kristy, Frank's and Mary's two children. Troy was eighteen and Kristy was a bit younger.

"Shit," Laura whispered, "Troy and Kristy probably need corrupting."

She squirmed more as her pleasure kept rising. Making a small change in the way she was finger-fucking herself, she began aiming more of the delightful pressure at the top wall of her hot cunt, and her pleasure surged upward wildly. She was rubbing her G-spot now, a spot about two inches up inside her pussy. It was the most sensitive place in her cunt. As usual when she began rubbing her G-spot, she felt as if she needed to piss, but that feeling left her after thirty seconds or so.