Ron Taylor: Naughty aunt Susan

Normally I require some effort. You can't just shove the meat to me and expect fireworks. But this was the first time I'd ever brought a boy home with me in the middle of the day, especially after such a blatant pickup as I'd pulled on Eric, and it was such a novelty to be balled in my own little bed, rather than in a car or the woods or on the tiles beside someone's swimming pool or wherever I didn't even realize till a day or two later that Eric hadn't used his mouth on my cunt at all. Oh, sure, I'd sucked on his dick, and sucked it well, but he hadn't reciprocated. And nine times out of ten that's a prerequisite for the guys I screw around with. Well, this was number ten, I suppose.

My period was due any day now, and I always get hotter and sluttier then, too. Probably that's why I'd decided so quickly to come on to him at the club. And what of it? He wasn't complaining and neither was I.

That cock of his just kept sucking in and out. And I do mean slick! My cunt was as greasy as if he'd oiled me with Vaseline and his rod slid through my hot, wet drippings as it plunged again and again to the center of my very being. I could feel a dull thud every time he plunged home, a thud that meant he was very nearly banging his knob on the mouth of my womb. Some girls like that a hell of a lot. I do, if it's done right, but too many guys feel they have to drill you like a machinist. Those big peckers just slid in and out, and each time they go in, all the way in, it hurts and aches, but at the same time it feels so good you don't really want to ask them to take it easier.

And later your cunt aches as if it's just been flogged with a cat-o-nine-tails and you swear to yourself, "Next time I'm going to put my foot down," and you never do it, because the next time it's that same mixed feeling of good and bad. Who said it was easy being a girl? And what girl would have it any other way?

"Get ready…" his voice was tight and tense… "I'm gonna come…" And before he'd finished speaking, I felt the lunging jabs as his cock rammed up my cunt and began to spit out its load of jizz.

My pussy jerked as his cock shuddered inside me, and I thought nice, sexy thoughts and wiggled myself so that my clitty got its full share of attention from his gyrating prick, and a sweet, shivery little cream hit me, too.

It was nothing compared to his. Eric was a groaning corner. His face twisted up and he grunted and moaned and his fingers seemed to be gouging the flesh of the titty he held, and I saw muscles knotting up in his neck and arms. And all the while he kept on plugging me with his rod, shaking it as he dumped his fuck-juice in my cunt. I suppose single, teenaged girls fucked before the Pill came along, but I wonder how much they enjoyed it.

I didn't have that problem. My cunt was as sterile as a hospital ward, and it sucked up his jizz as fast as he could squirt it out. The ripples of pleasure that coursed through me were small and short-lived, but they were nice enough while they lasted, and the flutter of my pussy tickled a few extra drops of cock-milk from Eric's rapidly sinking hard-on. It was wilting almost before he could get it out of me, and as he pulled free, a last, watery glob of jism formed in the shrinking knob of his pole and spilled onto my red beaver.

My legs unclasped and he sank back with a groaning sigh of satisfaction. I brought my ass onto the bed and lay smiling up at him. It wasn't the best lay I'd ever had, but it was okay, and he was a nice, considerate partner, and the two of us might have some fun in the four weeks to come.

"I have a confession," I said finally, reaching to touch his moist cheek. "When we collided in the pool. I did it on purpose. I wanted to meet you."

"Who picked who up, then?" he laughed.

I shrugged, wiping away a seeping gob of cock-cream from my snatch-lips. The touch was soft, but the lips were tender enough to remind me that there could be more, so much more. I reached down to cuddle his pecker, hoping it make it stiff again, but he seemed dubious.

"I don't think I can make it right now," he admitted.

"Where there's a will," I quoted, and I started to suck on him. His cock was small now, and wet with the creamy jism he'd poured into me, and the taste was fragrantly aromatic. I sucked and I sucked and I sucked, I kissed and licked, I gnashed my teeth on the shriveled stalk of his cock, and I even rolled his nuts in my mouth, but none of it worked.

Eric wasn't idle. He had one hand on my tits, fondling them in alternation while his other hand traced up and down my spinal column from nape to buns, and he was clearly interested, but it seemed that he just couldn't respond. Well, he'd dumped a BIG load inside me. It was still dripping from my snatch in pearly bubbles, and I felt all hot and wet and itchy up my hale, so maybe he was just too fucked out to try anything now. Regretfully I let his prick slither from my mouth and we sat up sadly.

"Might as well get dressed," I sighed, and I hopped from the bed to do just that. Rummaging through my drawers, I found a T-shirt and a pair of cutoffs that left the lower half of my ass bare even when I had them on. Eric went into the bathroom and picked up his own clothes, coming back in fully dressed just as I turned from admiring myself in the mirror. He looked me up and down.

"How old are you?" he wondered, a little late for that kind of wondering.

"I told you already," I replied, fixing my face. "I'll be a senior this fall."

"You don't look it," he said.

I shrugged. That was the real cross I had to bear. Made up and dolled up, I can pass for almost any age I want. On the other hand, in kid-stuff duds like a T-shirt and tattered shorts, no make-up, hair uncombed, I look like a slightly well-built twelve or thirteen. So I have to be careful or guys tend to get the impression I'm jail-bait.

I turned to him, with my makeup on and my hair fluffed as much as its wetness would allow. "Better?" I asked. "I'll show you my birth certificate if you're still nervous. Hey, I was just thinking – are you doing anything for the next month or so? Mother and Daddy are gonna be out of the country and I thought I might have a party or two while they're gone, you know, to stave off loneliness? My friend Lilly is going to stay here with me, so if you have a friend."

"Just one or two parties?" he wondered.

"Sure," I giggled. "The first one begins Monday and ends two weeks later. The second one begins the Tuesday after that and lasts till whenever."

And I squiggled against him, wrapping my bare legs around his, making my tits jiggle beneath the tight T-shirt so that the nipples stuck out and poked him through the cloth, and I bit him at the base of his neck, a quick, darting bite that made him yip. He wasn't prepared for the bite, and he grabbed at me with punishment in mind, but I was too fast. I ran out the door and down the hallway, into the living room, with Eric on my heels.

"You're a bitch, Pam!" he hollered, and I threw myself over the back of the couch. He hopped after me, and when we slid together on the cushions, I could feel that my neck bite had accomplished what all that sucking and kissing on the bed hadn't. Eric's dick was hard inside his jeans, hard and strong and thick.

I unzipped him eagerly, dragging his cock past the teeth of his fly with careful fingers, throwing caution to the winds when I had his cock flesh bind.

His tool was that lovely bright color again, and the knob of his prong was swollen purple with blood. I wanted to put his cock in my mouth and suck it till he squirted cum where my tonsils used to be, but he had ideas of his own.

Eric pushed me back, rolled up my T-shirt, and got his bands and mouth to working on my tits. He sucked me, he chewed me, he licked me, he kissed me. It was all nice and I cuddled him to my breast as he nursed on my boobs.