Ron Taylor - Naughty aunt Susan

"We better hurry," he suggested, tugging my halter off my resisting shoulders. I twitched in refusal, but he got his mouth onto my nearest nipple and he started chewing and sucking. It was a rude, no-class type of assault but I felt my nipple stiffening under his attack.

"Ohhh," I wailed, hoping I wasn't weakening.

He fumbled with the button of my shorts, pulled down the zipper, and dragged the yellow pants to my knees. "Hey," I told his head as it nursed my right tit, "I have an idea. Why don't you let me give you a nice hand-job? I have magic fingers, you know. Zippety-zap, and – voila!"

"I wanna fuck," he mumbled with his tongue wrapped around my nipple. He crooked his fingers inside the waistband of my bikinis and tugged them down to the tops of my thighs. I felt a rustle of breeze in my beaver.

"I don't feel like it," I said glumly.

He raised his face and stared up into mine. "I feel like it, and if I feel like it, then you feel like it. Got that?"

He was smug and arrogant as he eyed me, and then he shifted his gaze down to my cunt.

"Holy fucking shit!" he spat, seeing the string of my tampon white and twined among the curly red hairs. "Why didn't you tell me you were on the Goddamned rag?" He caught the string and gave it a vicious yank that dragged the tampon out of my hole and made my slightly raw cunt-lips wince in pain.

He stared at the red-smeared barrel, then tossed the sanitary object into the bushes. "Come on," he said, "get those legs apart. I got a hard-on that won't quit!"

"Is that all that matters?" I asked. "Your lousy hard-on?" He didn't answer. He just got up and undid his pants. In a moment his hard-on was exposed before me.

He was right. That cock of his didn't look as if it knew the meaning of "quit". It was big and long and thick as a spray can of deodorant. Beneath it dangled a big sac of balls, and dark curling hairs grew all around the base in tangled profusion. It was a wicked-looking cock. He could have used it for a baseball bat, and I grew suddenly afraid as I thought of how it would feel, shoved into my cunt.

The tip was enormous, red as the end of a kitchen match, and Alan lunged towards me with it. He slapped me in the face with his prick, and his voice had a sharp tone. "Suck it first," he commanded. "I like to be sucked before I use my lousy hard-on in a lousy little cunt."

He kept banging his knob on my lips and I didn't have much choice. Opening my mouth, I sucked his rod inside.

My tongue glided and rolled as his cock rampaged in me. My lips were stretched to their fullest and still they seemed inadequate to accept his bulky tool. Suction was almost out of the question, but I tried. Maybe if I sucked his cock nicely, passionately, he might decide to let it go at this.

He seemed to appreciate the little I could do. He grabbed my head with one big hand – I suppose my head was smaller than a basketball, and consequently an easy mark for his fist – and he maneuvered me into place so he could fuck my mouth.

Well, if that would satisfy him! I stopped moving my head and tried to make my lips a soothing glove for his cock as he worked in and out. But Alan must have seen Deep Throat too many times. He fucked my face as if I were Linda Lovelace or some other cinematic champion cock-sucker, and I had to gurgle and gasp in protest when it seemed he was trying to raw my throat in the fury of his onset.

"More tongue!" he called, and it was hard to use my tongue at all, the way his prick was inserted, but I did all I could. I licked his rod as he thrust it back and forth, and I tried not to gag when his knob invaded the farthest reaches of my throat.

Alan pushed harder and harder, till the back of my head was square against the tree trunk and I could evade him no more. He moved, too, coming against me hard, and the tab of his undone zipper scraped my neck just beneath the chin when his cock was fully imbedded in me.

There was a moistness in my cunt – slowly oozing menses, most of it, but a drippy, watery lubrication was there, too, the kind I always get when I have a big, hard cock in my mouth. So maybe he didn't turn me off as much as I thought. Or maybe I had the intentions of a good girl and the body reactions of a grade-A slut.

Alan put his hand in my crotch, touching the damp slit, and his middle finger suddenly pushed into my hole. I moaned and yipped around his big dick as he worked that finger in my cunt. Yes, my pussy was sore, sore as a boil, but when he twisted this way and that, when he made a slow, dragging retreat only to plunge his digit all the way up my hole with a stabbing plunge – well! The soreness became something altogether different, something approaching ecstasy.

But his finger was only a bit smaller than the wine bottle I'd fucked myself with. He spread my cunt, he reamed it, but he didn't stretch me unbearably. I didn't think I could take his cock, on the other hand. If it strained my mouth to the ripping point, what would it do to my menstrual-tender pussy?

Alan pulled his cock out of my mouth with a sudden jerk that made my head reel. I bumped the back of my skull against the free and little stars flashed before my eyes for a second. There was a numbness and when I could feel anything, what I felt was Alan thumping the tip of his fucker in my bush.

"No," I said, "You'll kill me with that thing! Let me suck it for you."

"When I want to fuck, I want to fuck!" he snarled, and he shafted me with his polo.

I screamed. I couldn't repress it no matter how much I wanted to. Alan's prick slammed into my cunt, searing my raw hole with its hot thickness, and I wanted to burst into flames from my clit to my womb. I screamed again when I felt that he was pulling back for a fresh stroke, and he clamped his elbow down upon my chest, cutting off my breath for a moment. My head swam from oxygen-denial. I couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't think. By the time Alan lifted his bony elbow, he'd plugged me half a dozen times in rapid succession. My cunt was still in one piece, but his prick was testing its limits and I felt like a production-line lemon.

Under normal circumstances I might have salivated at the very thought of taking his cock up my cunt. Certainly the challenge would have been irresistible. But these weren't normal circumstances. No seduction, no persuasion, no mutual inclination. Alan had simply led me into the woods, told me what I must do for him, and now I was doing it.

If anything, this cemented my growing dislike for the male species. Oh, not all of them, maybe. I was certain that Lee Kinloch would have a better technique than this. The only trouble was that Alan might turn me off men so thoroughly I'd never take the time to give Lee a workout.

Alan fucked in and out of me, gasping as he thrust his cock to full insertion, sighing as he jerked it back for a fresh onslaught. Each of his plunging strokes lifted me off the grass where I lay, and I felt the spread labes of my pussy kissing and caressing the base of his dick and the dangling noose of his balls.

It must have been fantastically easy for him. After all, my cunt was bloody-wet inside and greasy as an oil-pan. He moaned as he slammed me back and forth, but that moaning must have been due to the tightness of my snatch. Alan's was the biggest cock I'd ever had in my cunt, definitely, and I wondered how long I could endure it.

His eyes were closed and, though his hands clutched me, they weren't fondling or caressing. He was merely holding onto my body as a brace for his strenuous fucking. I meant nothing to him as a person. I'd known that for some time now. I was just a handy cunt – a giant fist in which he could shuck his pecker before going to the gym for a workout.

That fuck tool of Alan's ravaged the insides of my cunt and I wished it in hell a million times over. My body jerked and writhed each time his prick pushed into me, and my cunt was sopping with spilled menstrual blood. Jesus, I could smell it wafting up from down there into my nostrils. The way he fucked me I couldn't help moving and twitching, and he must have thought it was turning me on, because he muttered, "Oh, yeah, baby – yeah – shake your ass, Pat…"