Ron Taylor: Naughty aunt Susan

Her unit was the size of a pea now, eminently lickable, and I licked it, by God! I rimmed her gash with the tip of my tongue and I fucked her with my middle finger, wishing all the while that someone was here to take care of the itch between my own thighs. I needed some loving, too, and I needed more than a long-necked wine bottle!

Aunt Susan just kept sucking on his cock, long after the spurts of his seed had ceased, and when he finally pulled it from her by manly force, it was glistening and red. Little globs of cum still clung to his pole and I licked her cunt all the faster, imagining that I could taste the champagne of Lee's cum on the tip of my tongue right now. Aunt Susan leaped into a shivering, wailing climax when my tongue and frigging fingers had gone to their limits, and I sat up between her thighs.

Lee was on his way to replace me. I got out of the battleground and he knelt where I had been. He rubbed his still-hard dick inside his fist, and then he touched it to the wet hairs of Aunt Sue's crotch. Those pearly drops of his jism stuck to her pussy hair and I wished I were there now, licking them away. He jiggled his cock on the half-splayed lips of her snatch, and then he began to push his way inside.

My heart was in my throat, pumping two miles a minute, and it felt as if I had briars just inside the portals of my twat. When Lee had made a definite insertion and began to slide up Aunt Sue's wet, greasy hole, I lifted the hem of my nightie and grabbed the crotch of my panties. I squeezed my twat, moaning as the wetness seeped from rue, dampening the nylon of my undies, and my finger slid into them once more, and into me.

Aunt Susan lifted her legs as Lee's prods became more aggressive, and he had at least three inches of his cock in her cunt. Her hole was tight, in spite of the eating-out she'd received from both of us, and he had a hard time getting his big peter into her. But he didn't rush things. He was a scholar and gentleman. Instead of just ramming her and playing belly-bump for his own satisfaction, he pushed his cock in slowly and carefully, giving Aunt Susan time to adjust to the twat spreading size of his tool.

She took it like the lady she was, too. As he got more of his cock inside, she lifted her knee, to make it easier for the both of them. Her hands went out to him, he caught them in his own, and then I saw Aunt Susan begin to pull herself onto his prick. She was ready. It had taken a little extra, unexpected preparation, but she was ready now.

I lay back, my nightie up and my panties down. It didn't matter if they saw me diddling myself, and I couldn't bear the idea of going away now. As Lee's cock eased into Aunt Susan's cunt, I began to ram my fingers in and out of my own hole, fucking myself so viciously I wondered if my nails weren't scarring my interior. Only wondered. I didn't stop to find out. If I'd stopped, I'd have had to take those fingers out of me, and I didn't want to do that at all. My thumb flipped back and forth on my cunt and I found myself gasping audibly, both from my own sensations and from the delightful scene I was watching.

Aunt Susan was entering into her first real fuck and she was loving it. Lee's cock was in her belly-deep now, his balls swinging and rocking on the cheeks of her ass, and she was making soft, cooing [missing text] cried into the still night air. Her face was transfixed with the loveliness of what he was doing to her, and her pretty little nipples stuck out furiously as they surmounted her apple breasts. If I'd had the time to spare, I'd have gone to her and sucked those nipples till they grew even redder and even stiffer.

But I didn't have the time. I was racing toward a climax and it was the only thing that mattered to me right now. My hands were galloping in and out of my cunt, one inserted, one stroking all around, and I remembered Belinda, the way she'd gotten her little fist into me. Could I do it myself? It would be a memorable occasion indeed – it would be hell if I got stuck or anything, too. Oh, fuck the consequences!

I spread my gash with one hand and made my five fingers of the other hand into a pointing mow where they nestled inside my split lips. I pushed firmly, thankful for the greasy lubrication of my interior, and I was in my cunt knuckle deep.

My pussy was still quite sensitive from the churning and week-long upset of my period, and I winced as my fist went deeper still. I had to pull my heels back and throw my knees wider, but it did the trick. My cunt seemed to open up and swallow me in, and before I knew it, my fucking fist was in me, and if I'd been wearing a wristwatch, the mouth of my snug hole would have been scraped raw.

My eyes seemed to revolve madly in their sockets. I was ready to come massively, if the agitated pumping of my heart signified anything.

Speaking of agitated pumping – Lee was doing some of that to my aunt right about now. Her toes were pointing to the ceiling and he lay between her legs, driving that big cock in and out of her pussy. She made a cunny ring around his rod and there were squishy, crackly sounds as he whipped it to her.

"Faster, Lee, darling," Aunt Susan gasped, "faster, harder – oh, give me more – I want it all – I want everything…"

He was giving her everything, too. That cock of his must have been a good seven inches long, thick and barrelly in proportion, which is a nice way for cocks to be, and I'd been worried about Aunt Sue's ability to take it first try. There was no need to worry. She was like all the rest of us females. Her cunt had the capacity to spread and absorb large objects, preferably large masculine objects. Jesus, if I could take on my fist in a hot bout of screwing, Aunt Sue should be able to accept Lee Kinloch's prick!

Accept it she did, and she didn't seem satisfied with what he was giving her. She kept moaning and wailing, panting for him to shoot more cock into her. "Fuck me," she whispered up to him, "please, fuck me!" Aunt Susan was starting late, as lives went, but she was getting a head start all the same.

I kept ramming my cunt with that inserted fist, watching their fuck when my eyes happened to be in focus. That wasn't too often, but I got to see enough to know that Aunt Susan would never again be content to live the life of a dowdy, hermit lady buried in the sticks. She was swallowing LIFE to the hilt and her sweating face seemed more lovely with each fresh fuck-stroke Lee gave her. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she was beautiful. Or maybe beauty was being thrust upon her.

Into her Lee wouldn't have complaints when this was through, either. His cock was getting a championship workout in Aunt Susan's tight slit, and he was enjoying the hell out of the fuck they shared. He smiled a big smile, and he purred to her in husky words of endearment and encouragement. So it might be that I'd been good to both of them. Lee seemed to like Aunt Sue as a person. It was time he found out he could love her as a woman. And if they didn't work out in the long run, she shouldn't have any trouble finding a replacement just as good.

How much of my self-satisfaction was due to my fist-fucking I don't know. Content and smugness seemed to bathe my sweating body where I lay, and my hand was lacked in the prison of my silt. If I weren't careful, I'd ruin myself. I'd stretch my pussy so broadly that nothing short of two cocks working in tandem could touch me to the quick.

"Oh, Susan!" Lee yelled, and his face began to twist into a come-grimace. She was already exploding – this was her third or fourth orgasm of the evening – I'd last count – and he was ready to give it to her. A mischievous spark burned within me and I found my voice.

"She's not on the Pill," I giggled. "Don't come inside her unless you're willing to make an honest woman of her."

He looked at me with a strange expression, and then it was too late to discuss the matter. His cock ramrodded into Aunt Susan's cunt and I could see the thick strings of cum coating his steely shaft as he rabbit-fucked in and out. God, he must have been giving her a gallon of his jizz! It dripped out of her wet hole each time he pulled back to slam her cunt again, and still he was jerking inside and moaning as his dick spat out a fresh load of cream.