John Kellerman - Auntie with the hots

"Not yet, darling. Let me hold you a little longer."

Lori pushed a lock of soft, brown hair out of her eyes and sighed. She knew Jim's routine. Maybe because she knew it so well, knew he wouldn't vary from it was the reason she was bored. He was a habitual person. He liked the same approach over and over again. Just as now he was undoing the bottom button of her blouse first. There wasn't anything particularly wrong with that, Lori thought. But why didn't he start at the top? Just once.

"I'm glad you never wear a bra," he whispered, putting his mouth against her cheek. Exactly the same moves, the same words he'd always used.

"I guess I'm not really big enough to bother," she said. That wasn't entirely true. Sometimes when running or jumping around, Lori wished she was in the habit of wearing one. But the damned things were so restricting, so uncomfortable.

"Mmmmmmm, so soft! You're lovely to touch, Lori," Jim said as he fingered her nipple.

Lori closed her eyes. She knew that her date had given the signal for her to begin. If she was to be on cue, she had to reach over and unzip his fly. Then she'd find his cock and pull it out. Jim had a passion for a quick hand-job at the end of a date. It was funny how prudish he was. Though she hadn't ever hinted that he couldn't make love to her, Jim had assumed that she wished to remain a virgin until after they were married.

"Uhhh, Lori, you're fantastic," he sighed, twisting his hips in the seat. She'd delayed her reaction but now felt obligated to go ahead with their little charade. What she really wanted was for him to get crazy. Pull off her clothes. Push her down on the seat and force her white thighs apart. She tried to imagine what his cock would feel like stabbing into her pussy. It wasn't really such a big cock. But it was better than nothing.

She had his fly open. Her fingers dug under his skivvies until she found the damp, hot snake and eased it out. Jim was not what you could call hung. Lori had measured him in her mind. She guessed he had five inches. And again she admitted that there was nothing wrong with that at all. It was a nicely shaped cock, thick around the shaft and curiously broad and blunt at the tip. It was enough to please her, she knew. But with it attached to Jim Hanson, there was something missing.

"Oh yes! Do that, darling! Do it faster." Jim leaned his head back on the seat. His dark hair was a little mussed now. It was the only time she saw it like that. And he had seemingly forgotten her tits. Though her blouse was parted back wide to expose the nicely-shaped, medium-sized orbs tipped with ruddy fingers of flesh. But then this was the way it always was. Jim got his and assumed that a girl could live without a climax. Since he didn't encourage her to beg, Lori never had. Jim Hanson was not the kind of man she wanted to beg.

His cock had swollen to its full size now. She could see it in the green reflection off the dash. The head was filled out like a mushroom and it pulsed in her palm. For a moment she found herself excited again. Her clit thumped in the juicy folds where it usually hid. She could feel the muscles around her pussyhole squeezing in tense spasms of sexual pleasure. In all her twenty years on the earth, Lori had been penetrated only twice. Neither time had been especially satisfying. Pleasurable, yes. Satisfying no.

"Honey!" Jim gasped, pumping his hips.

"Shall I get out your handkerchief?" she said, unable to hide the invitation in her voice. She rocked her hips back and forth in the lush leather seat. She wished that he would touch her like that. And sometimes he did get a finger into her panties. But Jim had no idea how to excite a woman. He fumbled around in the wet folds like a lost child until Lori usually made him stop out of frustration. She'd never had the nerve to tell him exactly how to feel her up. It would destroy someone like Jim. Utterly destroy his sense of manhood.

"Lori… Goddamn!"

His cock was as rigid as a short piece of steel pipe. The skin slid loosely on the inner hardness. She could feel the tube along the bottom now. It was bulging as if readying itself for the powerful flood of cream that would soon come spurting up. Again Lori felt a little of the excitement she'd experienced the first time she'd done it to him. His shirt was opened enough so that she could see his heaving belly. She could see the sparse hair that went in a line down his abdomen and the thicker, tighter curls around his cock and balls. Her fingers tightened on his prick now and she jacked him more roughly.

"Ahhhhh," Jim growled, jerking in a frantic, wild way. Lori almost wanted to hurt him. She wanted to make him understand what she needed as a woman. She tightened her fingers even more, strangling the place behind his glans. It was angry dark and bigger than she'd ever seen it.

"Whhuuuuh," he gasped, "Jeeeeesussss!"

"Do you want me to get your hanky?" she asked again.

"Better… get… it!" Jim choked out. Lori curled her lips in a smile and let go of his cock. She'd never done anything like that before. She wondered what sort of effect it would have on him.

"Lori, for God's sake don't stop!" He was angry. Yelling at her. She glared at him, his handkerchief dangling from her fingers. Jim glared back. He grabbed her wrist roughly and tried to make her take his cock again. Something unexplainable made her pull back.

"For Christ's sake, I'm about to come, Lori! What in hell are you…"

"Doing?" she finished for him. Then she tossed his handkerchief into his lap. It landed over his prick, draping it like a statue about to be unveiled. "I'm going to let you do it yourself."

There was a strangled, awful noise in her date's throat. And then he grabbed his own cock and began to jack it. The handkerchief fell aside as a small fountain of hot jizz leaped a foot into the air. It fell around Jim's fingers so that now his pumping fist made a slick, squishy sound. More white strings leaped up and splatted down again. Lori was breathing hard, her lips pressed angrily together. She was disgusted with him. Not because of what he was doing. But because of the way he assumed so damned much. The bastard.

"Ohhh… ohhh shit!" Jim grunted, milking his cock. The cum was just oozing out now. The head and shaft of his prick were coated with milky, glistening curds. The sharp aroma filled the car. That was what made Lori grab her door handle and work it frantically. The smell of fresh, raw jizz always drove her wild. There was something about it that made her crazy for sex. And ironically, it always meant too that her date was incapacitated.

"You incapacitated son of a bitch," she spit, getting out.

"Lori! Wait! What the hell is wrong with you tonight?" She was walking rapidly up the lawn. "Did I say something?" Jimmy tried. "Did I do something to irritate you?"

She closed the front door behind her and leaned against it. Then she saw the small speck of white glistening on her arm. She wanted to wipe it off, to forget about it. But instead she brought her wrist up to her nose and sniffed.

"Goddamn every man on the face of the earth," she whispered. But even as the words crossed her lips, she touched her tongue to the silky fluid and savored the sour, flat taste. It was the first time in her life she'd ever experienced a man's cum in her mouth. But there was only a drop and it was gone almost before she had a chance to really get the taste and texture firmly in her mind.

She was breathing hard, almost panting as she went into the kitchen. She put an ice cube in an old-fashioned glass and went to the dining room and opened the liquor cabinet. Five fingers of her father's best Scotch would help. She let the ice work on the liquor for a moment or two before drinking half of it down.

"Wow," she breathed, shaking her head. Her eyes watered but she drank the rest down and poured in just half as much again. She went upstairs with the ice jingling in her glass. "Goddamn all men. I hate all men…" she mumbled.