Unknown - My Nympho Aunt

«What? The lovely, stuffy Beth confessing to something so out of context? I can't believe it! Who is he – they? Do I know them?»

Laughing. Beth said, «You've met one of them. He's the one who started it all.»

«Where did I meet a man like that? Surely, I'd remember, and – let's see, I haven't been here in about a month, when you were so down and blue. Beth, tell me who it is!»

«I'm not sure you're ready for it'» Beth said. «Better let me freshen your drink first.»

Isobel was sitting bolt upright, staring at Beth; her long legs were crossed, and Eddie wished the woman were wearing a skirt, so he could get a better look at those limber stems. Linda tickled his ear, and he pushed her hand away.

«Here's to lovers,» Beth toasted, lifting her glass. «And especially to a young one; a very young one.»

«I'll be damned,» Isobel said. «You've hired a gigolo.»

Beth's laugh was like silver bells pealing. «Oh no. Money couldn't buy the delicious kind of screwing I've been getting.»

The other woman drained her glass. «Now I know I'm hearing things; the snow princess said a dirty word. But you still haven't told me who; and don't think I'll be shocked, Beth Marshall. I've screwed four different men since I've been married to Clayton, and two before him. And right now, I think I'm just beginning to approach the peak of my sexual capabilities. So fire away.»

«All right,» Beth answered slowly. «I've been fucking the boy you just met – my nephew Eddie.»

Eddie could hear Isobel swallow dryly, and there was a long, tense moment before the woman said, «I take it all back. I'm not shockproof, after all. You mean – that boy – that cute kid and you-«

«He's the horniest, most accomplished lover any woman could ask for,» Beth said. «Except possibly for my brother Brad, but I'm not really comparing them; they're both terrific.»

«Pour me another drink,» Isobel said shakily. «And I thought I was the neighborhood swinger. How – what-«

«He crawled into my bed when I was smashed,» Beth continued. «I tried to pretend that I was dreaming, but when he fucked me again the next day, it was too good for imagination. We just went on from there.»

«But the little girl-«

«Oh, she's part of it, too. Eddie and Linda have been screwing each other for months now, and she seduced my brother when he came by for a quick visit. That set him up for me, in turn, and the four of us balled together for days and nights on end.»

After another interval of thoughtful silence, Isobel said, «But why are you suddenly telling me all this?»

«Because I thought you'd like to join us,» Beth answered calmly. «Eddie is deeply interested in older women now, and I – well, I've always admired you tremendously, Isobel. I think you're beautiful and sexy, and I envied you your freedom. I'd like to love you, too.»

Peering through the divider, Eddie saw the other woman flinch. «That, too? You're making me seem like a schoolkid, Beth. I-I don't know what to say.»

«Just say you'll have another drink; then we can go into the living room where you can be properly introduced to Eddie. I imagine he and his sister are listening to every word we're saying, and I'd bet that his nice young prick is stiff as can be, right now.»

«I'll have another drink» Isobel murmured dutifully. «I sure as hell need it.»

Eddie and Linda hurried into the living room, where his sister said, «You think we ought to strip now, or wait a little bit?»

«Maybe we'd better wait. Isobel acts a little jumpy, so we'll give the liquor time to work. Wow; I never thought I'd get to fuck a woman that tall. She has the longest, slickest looking legs I ever saw. I'll bet she can tie them in knots around a guy when she's screwing. I wish her old man was right here to see her do it, this first time.»

«He might kick your ass,» Linda commented, «unless he's getting some of Auntie Beth's good pussy, or mine. Fair is fair.»

They were sitting together on the long, low couch when Beth led the other woman into the room. Isobel's olive face was slightly flushed, and she hesitated, only flicking her brown eyes at Eddie. Smiling, Beth let go her hand and moved to Eddie, saying, «Stand up, darling. I want to show you off to my best friend. She's a little shy right now, but I'm certain she'll come around soon. Let me help you take off that tee shirt.»

He raised his arms, staring intently at the tall, lean woman. Beth pulled his tee shirt over his head, then reached for the zipper on his jeans. Patiently, he waited until she drew the pants down his legs, then stepped out of them, kicking off his sneakers. He didn't have on shorts, and his prick began to lift slowly, stiffening and swelling as it climbed above the curly-haired sack of his balls.

«There,» Beth breathed, «isn't that a beautiful young cock? It's perfectly hard, and he uses it so wonderfully. I'm really making you quite a present, Isobel.»

The woman was still standing silently, as if in shock, so Eddie walked toward her, his now fully erect prick pointing the way. When he got close, he discovered that his head was just level with her tits. Reaching up, he peeled back her suit jacket, and slid it down her nerveless arms. He saw a tremble shake her thin body as he unbuttoned the sheer blouse and lifted it away. Her tits were small and cone- shaped; held in confinement by a lacy white bra, they moved up and down with excitement. It would have been awkward for him to reach around and fumble with the bra snaps, so Eddie unfastened her slacks instead, and, robotlike, she lifted one amazingly long leg at a time, so he could pull them off.

He saw the intriguing mound of her pussy, its pouting shape held in check by the lacy panties, the jet black hairs flattened against nylon. Running his eyes over her skin, he admired the supreme length of the willowy legs and the flatness of her belly, enjoying the tiny ripples that were racing over her taut body.

Beth drifted behind the woman like a golden shadow, and did something to the bra hooks before stepping away again. Isobel's tits sprang free, their nipples so darkly brown they looked black, the globes of her breasts not quite firm now, but sagging only a little; and Eddie liked the looks of them.

When he touched the swollen head of his prick to her upper thigh, Isobel flinched, but he hooked his thumbs into the tops of her panties and pulled. The nylon undies sailed down her narrow thighs and seemed to float to the carpet so she could step out of them. Now she was totally nude, and he stared at the beautiful ebony curls of her pubic mound, at the beguiling sculpture of her pussy. The woman was trembling continuously now, her breath rasping in her throat, and his agitated cock was stirring hungrily in answer.

Taking her hand, he led her to the couch, and Linda moved away to give them room. Isobel collapsed there, losing control of her long, supple body section by section. Helplessly, she sprawled on the pillows, her exotically slanted eyelids drooping, and the nipples of her tits stabbing the warm air like arrowheads.

«You're beautiful,» Eddie said down to her. «You're forty years old and a guy's wife, and you're very beautiful. I'm going to fuck you now, Mrs. Isobel Zachary.»

He lay down on top of the supine, lean body, and when he kissed the woman's panting mouth, his prick was pressed against her rib cage, his balls into her quivering belly because she was so much longer than he. At first her mouth was still, the red lips unmoving, but when he slid his questing tongue into the spiced warmness Isobel began to respond, and soon her tongue was curling around his, all wet and slippery and hot, as her breath panted into his mouth and her sharp teeth raked his.

Eddie broke the lingering kiss and moved his mouth down her throat, trailing his tongue in a hot path between her heaving breasts. Isobel arched against him then, her heated flesh feeling new and different, the sliding of her olive skin not yet familiar. He turned his face and caught one of the dark erectile nipples in his lips, to run his tongue over the pulsing faucet.