Ron Taylor: Naughty aunt Susan

She was still damp from her bath, and her skin was soft and yielding. My finger poked and prodded, and she was working with me, and with a cry of triumph she accepted the sudden thrust of my digit up her ass. She squirmed to take it, giving me an even hairier mouthful of her snatch, and my tongue found the puffy gate of her slice. I knocked with one-two-three quick tippy-taps and she opened to receive me.

As I licked and tongued her cunt, I kept working that middle finger in her shitter. She lurched and jerked each time I pushed it deep, and that just brought her cunt more firmly to rest on my sucking mouth, and both of us enjoyed that.

"Mmmm, love ya!" Lilly chanted as I ate her out, and she jerked with increasing passion each time my tongue ferreted through her moist cunny-lips and anointed the bud of her cunt. She bounced on my face, nearly strangling me with her clean-smelling but ghastly-thick pussy fur, and then she was lifting herself bodily, dragging her snatch beyond my reach. My hand was still caressing and finger-fucking her asshole, and that arm lifted with her till I had no choice but to let the cork pop.

Lilly shrieked when my finger slid out, and she stood above me for a second, her cunny region twitching. I reached up for a friendly goose of her butt and she squealed again. She whirled round and plopped down upon me once more, this time in reversed position, and as I began to lick her gash from back to front, Lilly undid my cutoffs and tugged them down far enough to lay me bare.

She didn't waste a moment. The first thing she did was to nuzzle my pubes with her squirrelly face, biting the little pink flanges that protrude ever so slightly from my cunt. I squirmed to feel her teeth on my twat – she was a bit rougher than usual, but I didn't really mind – and then she had her fingers in my gash, digging and spreading. My butt moved upward to meet her, and her tongue tiptoed across my cunt-mound with dabbing steps.

I pulled the cheeks of her ass to their widest and rammed her asshole with the tip of my nose. She giggled into my pussy and I replaced my nose with a finger. Her bung sucked it up eagerly and I could feel her sphincter muscles clasping and unclasping. It was an interesting effect, and I twisted my finger inside her, letting the knuckle gouge this way and that. There were tiny droplets of moisture gleaming on the hair ends round her gash, too. Some of it was Lilly's juice and a lot of it was my drool. I covered her box with my mouth and sucked at her plump thrusting cunt-mound, grinding my teeth gently on the fleshy swell.

And she gave me in return. She spread my cunt-lips with ten slim fingertips whose nails she kept trimmed from consideration. Her hands tugged at my pussy, making it yawn before her eyes, and I writhed with the delicious torment of it. I stretch, sure, but she seemed determined to test my elasticity all the way, and I didn't think I could take much more spreading. Lilly solved that problem. As soon as I was fully displayed for her, she brought her face down and tried to fuck me with it. I felt her nose and her mouth and her chin's point alternately grubbing in my furrow, and I wished I could open wide enough to take her whole Goddamned head into me. I'd suffocate her with my snatch, drown her in a flood of cream and love!

I lifted my own head and bored into her juicy slit with a zestful fervor that soon had her twat slick and sloppy. My tongue punctured the cave of her sex and wiggled round like a snake. My finger slid all the way up her ass, there to jiggle in frustration, but a jiggle that made Lilly's butt sway excitedly.

Lilly and I had been tight for so long we didn't need instructions on how to satisfy the other. When I took her twitching cunt between my lips and pulled insistently, she did the same to me and I drenched her mouth with my sudden flow. She drank it greedily and flogged my snatch with her tongue, forcing me to pour out even more girl-jism, and at the same time she ground her cunt upon me so that I could give her the same treatment.

I did, and gladly. I had one hand engaged in fondling and diddling her ass; the other hand came up to join my mouth and I stuffed three fingers, all of them straight and rigid, into her gash while I sucked hell out of her nubbin. She fought the urge to come – I suppose she wanted to make it last forever – but she couldn't hold herself that long. In another minute she was jelly on my face, her hair soaked with her cunt-cream, that tangy mat of pussy fur blinding me, choking me. It was only a quickie, but Lilly and I were both sex-tipsy when it was over, and we lay on the bed hugging and kissing, her hands busy on my tits. I touched her smaller boobs in reply. They were warm and damp and I could feel her heartbeat scampering behind the left one as I pressed it.

"You know," Lilly murmured, "what I really hate is that we won't be staying together while your folks are away. I'd been counting on that."

"So had I! I was really in the mood to party."

She kissed me lingeringly. "I'd been thinking about something else, hon. Just the idea of living with you makes me itch between my legs. Feel," and she guided my hand to her twat. I couldn't tell if it was itching, really, but I scratched her box playfully all the same and she oozed against me.

"I've decided, I think," Lilly went on. "I'm going to go lesbian fulltime. You know, Jill Johnston says that all women are really lesbians at heart, that they only screw guys because of social pressures. I think she's right. I just don't enjoy fucking boys any more."

Lilly shook her head, and her face was serous. "It's your fault, you know. You seduced me when we were just kids. Remember the games we used to play? First date, and first petting, and first eating-out, and all the rest? Pain, it's never been as good for me since. Except when I'm with you. I think I love you. Don't laugh! I mean it!" I wasn't about to laugh. The look on my face was shock. Lilly was getting into this pretty deeply, and it scared me.

And I didn't remember seducing her. Maybe she'd been a proto-dyke at eleven. As I recalled it, she had been the one who took the initiative, persuading me to touch her, to finger her off. Not that I didn't enjoy it. Sex with Lilly was something I looked forward to. It was a change. But she was getting freaky lately, and I almost expected her now to offer me an engagement ring.

"The trouble with you, Lilly," I said, "is that you read too much women's lib stuff. You really believe that we don't need men at all. You're cutting off half the people in the world."

"I don't want half the people in the world, Pamela Crosby. I just want you. All the time."

"If I could fit you into my schedule…" I still hoped I could bring her down with some wisecracks.

"Your schedule. I love you, but you're so promiscuous! Do you really enjoy balling almost any guy who asks you, just because he's a guy and has a cock? That's what you do, Pam, and you know it as well as I do: I mean, nobody's a virgin any more, but you carry it to extremes. And are you really that turned on by getting fucked, or are you trying to find something that none of those guys know how to give you? Isn't that why you let them all bang your box?"

Promiscuous? I didn't think of myself that way. It was an uncomfortable moment. Lilly had never talked to me this way before, and I knew now that she was a hundred per cent serious. She wanted me to make some kind of lesbian pact with her and renounce men for life.

I tried to think about Eric, about how nice it had been fucking with him this afternoon, how neat it had been to pick him up and seduce him, but I couldn't remember what he looked like. And who was the last guy I'd fucked? It was just last week, Tuesday or Wednesday, but who was it? Bob? No, he was the week before last. Oh, it was Karen Whittaker's cousin from out of town. Wasn't it? I couldn't remember what he looked like either.