John Kellerman - Auntie with the hots

"Ohhhh shit," he moaned, pumping at her now that his cock had slipped into the tight circle of muscles. She squeezed down with her sphincter, clasping him behind the glans. Benji shuddered again and spread sloppy kisses across her back and shoulders.

Then he was pumping furiously, trying to bury himself deeper. The size of his cock was absolutely exhilarating. Lori figured that she'd never been properly fucked. It was so tight going in. It rubbed the sides of her pussy, stretching them, tickling them in a way that made her want to scream with joy. Her opening squeezed and relaxed with a steady rhythm. She was milking at that rigid thing already, wanting its potent sap. But first she wanted to come!

"Whhhooo," she sighed.

"Is it good?" Benji asked.

"Ssshhhhh." She couldn't have him asking her questions. She just couldn't let him find out who she was at a time like this.

His fingers grasped her hips, pulling her ass back against his lunging, frantic fucking. The effect was immediate. Lori tossed her trim bottom up and down. Then she was making quick circles as her cousin rooted deeper with the knobby, hot head of his cock. Her insides caught at him. Her head dangled weakly between her arms as she felt her pussy inflamed with the blood that pounded through her loins. She was being fucked! Really fucked!

The slick slap of their bodies together made her cry out again. Her clit was jutting out from her body like a hungry finger. And though it was in no direct contact with her cousin's body, the stretch of her membranes from the fucking was exciting the steamy slick nubbin. But Lori caught Benji's wrist just the same and guided his finger around the front of her thigh and down against her slit. He began to rub her clit with a rhythm that was only half of that he used to spear her pussy. Lori almost choked on the joyous surge of pleasure she felt.

"Huuhhh… ohhhh, yeessss!" she babbled, not caring anymore whether Benji found out who she was. "Ohhhh fuck me!"

"Tanya?" he gasped, still fucking her with furious, frantic jabs. "You sound… weird."

"Uhhhhh! Benjeeeee!" she cried, falling forward as her arms crumpled. She felt the teasing itch of her climax build to maddening proportions. The whole underside of her young body was a storm of pleasure. She couldn't move fast enough, couldn't get to the core of the itch! Benji was stretched along her back now, plunging against her soft ass as his cock ravished her hole. As he took her up, in a swirling storm of ecstasy.

Her pussy tightened down on him as she came. Benji hesitated as her muscles squeezed his cocktip. Then he shuddered and speared so deep that Lori felt her womb pushed up deeper inside her belly. She pounded the floor with her fists and babbled. Now Benji had his rhythm slowed so that his cum squirted into her with agonizing slowness. He made noises like someone was torturing him. But Lori knew that her tight, hot pussy was making it especially good for him. She felt a surge of pride and happiness as her climax continued with weaker tremors of pleasure. She was giddy with happiness. She had never know such release. Such energy! She lay her head against the rug and cried for joy.

"Tanya?"

Benji put his face against her back, sucking in huge lungfuls of air. He was still moving his prick around inside her body. Lori could feel the difference his cum had made. She was very slippery inside. And something hot and stringy was leaking out around the edges of her opening.

"It is you, isn't it Tanya?" Benji whispered, real doubt in his voice now.

Lori rolled him off of her back. Then she had his face between her hands and was kissing him, using her tongue willfully. He sighed and kissed her back. She had a yearning to kiss the head of his cock. It was coated with the sharp-smelling cream that flowed front a man's balls when he filled a woman. She wondered how it would really feel on her chin and cheeks. But she shivered and pulled away.

"You're not Tanya!" Benji said. Lori had already scooped up her clothing and made it across darkened room. Benji was getting to his feet. But then she had the door unlocked and was outside, shutting it again. Thank God the hall light was off. He still hadn't seen her. She hurried to her room and shut the door softly. Benji was in the hall now, searching for the female who'd sneaked in uninvited to take him on a ride. Lori bit her bottom lip and smiled.

"Oh God, if that wasn't the craziest stunt I've ever pulled!" she said to herself. Benji was standing near her closed door now. She could almost feel his tumid, nervous presence. Then he was gone. She heard his door shut again and let out her breath.

With a mirror in her hand, Lori sat on the edge of her bed in the glow from her table lamp. She gazed in fascination at the swollen, ravished state of her pussy. The outer lips were swollen so much that her softer, slicker folds were all pushed out. She could see the inner labia clearly defined and the turgid button of her clit completely exposed. The whole area was red and a little raw-looking. Then she found that she'd tightened her pussy hole ever since her cousin had slipped his cock out. She tried relaxing it and a dribble of white cum dripped onto the mirror.

"Ohhhh, God in heaven, that was wonderful fucking I got!" she sighed, licking the milky stuff from the glass. Now she could really taste it. She let more drip onto the mirror and quickly lapped it off.

"It's lucky my period will be due in a few days." The possibility of ending up with her cousin's baby growing in her belly didn't particularly appeal to her. But Benji was a wonderful fuck! "Until I wake up sober tomorrow morning." She shook her head slowly. "My own cousin!" Lori put out the light and lay on her back naked. Her body had a warm glow to it and her pussy felt deliciously plump and comfortable. She could have stared fretting about the terribly daring thing she'd pulled off. But she chose to sleep instead.

Sleep came as a breeze from the open window played across her tits.

It took Beth three solid drinks to even think about the possibility. It took her another whiskey and soda to get dressed in what she considered a sexy outfit and put on a little eye-shadow and make-up. Then she phoned Doctor Barnaby's office and insisted on being seen that morning. The secretary squeezed her in after juggling the appointment schedule. Then Beth made her one last whiskey and went shakily to the car to start the air-conditioner. She didn't want to arrive at Doctor Barnaby's office all sweaty and wilted.

She wasn't even sure what she would say when she confronted the young, handsome M.D. All she knew was that she had problems. Plenty of them. And Phil Barnaby had given her a sympathetic shoulder to cry on once. She and Cal had been out at a party and Phil and his wife had joined them for conversation. Doctor Barnaby had asked Beth to dance. She'd been a little loaded. She'd started talking. About nothing at first but then the booze had opened those awful secret doors and she'd found herself quietly crying as Phil Barnaby had swung her around the floor, his blond hair brushing her face from time to time. She'd realized that evening that she really couldn't talk to her husband. About the things that counted. And part of the reason she couldn't confide in her very own man was that sex thing. If you can't fuck together, you can't talk together, she finally concluded. Yet she hadn't fucked Phil Barnaby. Maybe it was the fact he was a doctor. And that he had an obvious sexual appeal to any woman with two eyes. No, Beth decided. She'd only need one to pick up on Phil Barnaby's sex appeal. More important though she had to spill the junk that was collecting in her head. She had to spill it to someone. Maybe Phil could help her somehow.

By the time she got to the office building she could hardly park the Cadillac. She was winging on straight Scotch whiskey with a little melted ice to lubricate. She giggled crossing the parking lot, the dregs of her drink still in her hand.