Ron Taylor: Naughty aunt Susan

He couldn't last forever, I was certain, but it seemed like forever that he fucked me. And all the while Belinda's moaning lips were so close I could have touched them with my hand. But I didn't want to. Both my hands were engaged in touching David's body as he screwed me.

"Now," he groaned, and he jerked his cock from my reluctant slit. I screamed when he pulled it out of my cunt, and I called him an inconsiderate son of a bitch, but I watched all the same as he wrapped his hand around his pole and started to shuck it.

Just like a porno actor, I thought, as his jizz began to spray upon me, and I wondered why he hadn't left his dick in me. That was what I hated about sex movies. The guys always had to pull it out and jerk it off so the cretins in the back row could be assured they'd seen a real sex act performed for their benefit.

David's peter began to spit out a fresh load of cum. It flew onto me in hot, heavy spurts that splattered on my belly and tits, and then he turned away, still handling his peter. He hadn't finished squirting. More of his cum blew from the slitted tip of his dick, and that precious more took Belinda square in his face. She lifted her head, mouth open, and I could see that he was aiming for her parted lips. Glob after glob flew between them, and she moaned to take it.

My own orgasm hadn't exactly let up, and I could only twist and writhe in delight as I watched David jack himself to completion. His cum flew everywhere, some of it upon Belinda, the rest upon me. He seemed to have a never-ending supply stored away in his balls.

We came together, the two females in this party and we drank David's sperm from mouth to mouth and back again. Belinda's mouth was redolent with jism, and so was mine once I'd kissed her. And then David was lying with us, his mouth touching ours, the sticky cream flowing from one to the other, our bodies melting together in a pile that truly made the three of us one.

A long time afterward, an eternity of eternities, I lifted my head and said, "Jesus, I'd better call my aunt and tell her I'll be a little bit late this evening. That is, if the two of you think you can maybe go another round."

I went out into the hall to call Aunt Sue, and Belinda and David followed me. They must have thought it funny as hell to play with me while I talked on the phone. But I almost lost control of my voice when Belinda stuck her head between my legs and started licking my pussy and David spread the cheeks of my ass and used his lips and tongue there. I was standing on tiptoes, my tits heaving and sweat beading on my nipples, as I explained to Aunt Susan that I'd be late getting home and she shouldn't wait supper on me.

She ahhed, but she didn't sound exactly disappointed. Lee had come out to visit and she was probably just as happy not to have me around. I could still remember the dirty look she'd thrown me when I carelessly slung my arm around his shoulders this afternoon at the library. Well, she could have him. If she could get him at all, which I doubted very much. Maybe I'd give her a few lessons in man-catching before I went home at the end of the month. Gods, what good would it do? Aunt Sue couldn't catch a man with a net and a tranquilizer gun.

We said our good-byes and I put the receiver down and I let my newfound friends have their will of me. They carried me back into the bedroom and stretched me out on the messed-up, cummed-up bed, and Belinda sat down owl my face while David got his mouth onto my cunt.

He seemed to have no more inhibitions about my period than his wife did, and I was grateful. His tongue moved masterfully in my slit and the territory surrounding, and I felt one tiny come after another whirling through my body. At the same time I gobbled mouthful upon mouthful of Belinda's dripping gash, and I don't mind confessing that I sorely abused her bitable cunt with my lips and my teeth and my fingers. She loved it, God bless her, loved it as much as I loved doing it.

It was that way half the night. We stopped for food and drinks a bit later, and Belinda brought out her stash, offering me my choice of pass, coke, and hides. Chemicals aren't my scene, so I opted for a fat joint which I puffed down to a roach, pretending all the while that it was David's fatter, puffier joint on which I sucked.

Before long I'd made the substitution and my head moved in slow, leisurely oral love on that precise instrument. I held his nuts in my hand and I squeezed them provocatively as I sucked, and sometimes I squeezed too hard, causing David to lance upward into the region of my gullet, but he did it so adorably I didn't care. Instead of freezing up and getting pissed, the way I'd done with Alan this afternoon, I tried to open, myself for him. If I could have deep-throated him, I'd have done it, but I guess I'm not built that way. Or else – it's a goal to work toward.

Belinda was anointing the lips of her shaven pink cunt with powdery cocaine. She made ecstatic sounds as she rubbed the stuff into her skin, and she told me between sighs that it was a turn-on like I wouldn't believe. I still didn't want to try it myself, but I didn't think of that when I dipped in to give her a licking.

David's cock was out of my mouth by then, and in Belinda's, and she gobbled his tool while I tongued her twat. Some of that coke clung to me and I felt my entire mouth go numb while a zesty cool feeling turned on inside my head. It was like having an internal air-conditioner, and my eyes wobbled for a second. After I'd tongue-lashed her to a drippy little come, I reached for the coke and took a couple of sniffs. Talk about turned-on! I felt cold all over and hot all over, and my body seemed lighter than air, and I started to purr in an easy cooing voice. There's no way to describe how pleased with myself I was then. I lay back and hugged myself, and I just writhed there on the bed, my eyes shut, my lips tickled into a permanent smile. My hands cupped my tits as I sighed and stretched, and I found myself using a finger to divide the mat of my pussy hair in search of the gash within.

Oh, I found it, all right! I jabbed myself impetuously while David and Belinda watched from the side, and it was almost as if I were putting on a show for their benefit. I masturbated shamelessly, inventing new tricks and fillips on the spot, until the girl-cum poured from me and my hands were aromatic with it.

Belinda sat on her heels and I planted myself on her lap, my legs thrown around her and my cunt spread wide open. My tits bumped hers and our nipples scraped in friction, and we were both fighting to see which of us could take the lead in kissing the other. David crouched behind us, one of his hands massaging my gash, the other feeling up hers, and he was fingering me in both of my holes and I was grooving on it.

He touched my asshole with his fingertip a moment later, and I felt the telltale tingling of cocaine as he doctored my shitter. He did such a nice, thorough job that when he replaced his finger with the knob of his big cock, I scarcely felt it at all. I was really into it, you know and my sphincter didn't fight him for a second. It yielded freely and he was pushing his dick up my bunghole with slow, precise strokes.

I'd been screwed in the ass a few times before. Not very many, and only when some guy made a big deal of it. Ass-fucking wasn't one of my favorites. It hurt, and it was uncomfortable, and I couldn't begin to guess why anybody even bothered. Now, though, as David corn-holed me so lovingly, I started to understand. The boys who'd done ft to me were so inadequate, in retrospect. Belinda had been right, God love her – I'd spent too much of my sexual past fucking around with boys. No wonder I'd been ready to part with the prick forever and amen. How could any boy compare with the man who was inside me right now?