Unknown - My Nympho Aunt

Turning and squirming close, his hard cock still trapped by soft fingers as he lay upon his side, he managed to snuggle to his aunt's ass and cup one superbly rounded tit as Beth came in a series of sharp and furious jerks of her entire lower body. It was almost as if he were coming himself, he thought, warmed and stimulated by so much tempting female flesh about him, hearing the women moan in wanton passion and feeling the tremors that shook their enwrapped bodies. Eddie seemed to melt with them as they relaxed and turned limp, their bodies going warmly lax as their lusts ebbed.

Nobody moved for a long time; each of the women seemed to be content to nestle her face into the cunt she had just eaten, tasting the exotic flavors and savoring the fragrant aromas there. Eddie smiled at them, loving them all equally, his private harem, these utterly lovely, completely hedonistic women who cared as much for each other as they did for him. No guy could ever be luckier, he thought; he could fuck them in all ways – except for his sister's too-tight little asshole – and he could have them go down on him by simply presenting his cockhead to any set of hot lips. What else could anyone ask?

Only a little assistance, he thought; and that was probably coming up in the near future, because no man capable of raising a hard-on could resist Aunt Beth and Linda.

Linda and Eddie made hot dogs and fries for dinner, with a quick green salad, and the meal was like having a party. Everybody seemed to talk at once, and even though Isobel Zachary had gotten over most of her embarrassment, the woman wore her panties to the table. Beth had on the flowing robe, but she didn't bother to belt it, and the gown hung open so that her lavishly developed body peeped out, now a ripely modeled tit, now the treasure of her mound or the flash of a pale thigh.

His sister felt more natural naked than covered, so Linda remained bare-assed, her small, hard tits flouncing as she moved around the table to serve them, light gleaming on the curly brown hair of her attractive pussy. Eddie was naked, too, not even conscious of the dangling of his soft prick unless he noticed Isobel or Beth staring at it. He ate heartily and drank two brimming glasses of milk, replenishing his strength and considering what he was going to do with the three lovely women, or what they wanted to do to him.

It was like being turned loose in a candy store, he thought; there were so many delicious goodies to choose from that a guy could get confused. But unlike gorging on sweets, this kind of appetite seemed to whet itself upon the feeding, growing stronger and more lusty after each juicy episode of fucking. He would never get too much of pumping it to such lovely cunts and mouths, and was always looking forward to more, to a changing variety of sexual experience and far-out stimulations. But if somehow he was suddenly cut off from all these varying snatches, he could content himself with his sister's generous little pussy, until something else interesting and available opened up for him, and for Linda.

But such rationing didn't seem all that likely to happen, for Eddie was becoming more certain of himself and the sexual power he held, especially for older women. The two he had screwed so far appeared to turn helpless when he got to them, when he began to love them, melting as his hard young prick slid into their stunned vaginas. Maybe older women were all lacking something in their lives, and missed a spiced excitement that he could bring them.

And from what he had seen with Brad McKeever, Linda had the same overwhelming, shocking effect upon older men. It could he that older people were delightfully surprised when they found that a much younger person was sexually attracted to them. Too, there was the up-front honesty that they didn't seem used to, and such forthrightness penetrated their shells, opened them up because they were programmed to play all kinds of phony little games about sex. When all the ground rules were discarded, adults didn't know how to play the game, and had to he guided.

Eddie was back in the living room, leafing through a travel magazine with his feet up on a coffee table when they came in. Linda was grinning from ear to ear, so he figured they had been discussing a plan for him, but that was okay. He didn't mind being a sex object, and he dug being sometimes dominated, having the action pushed on him; sometimes it was the other way around, but either way, it was kinky and he would ride with the impulse of the moment, rocking along with whatever brought him pleasure and would give it to others.

Linda came over to him. «We feel that you got sort of cheated last time. I mean, we all balled each other, but you didn't get any goodies out of it. So now we're going to catch you up on the action. Isobel won't be able to get hold of her husband until tomorrow, she says – so here we are with all this time on our hands, and my horny brother doesn't even have a hard-on.»

«No doubt I will,» he said, taking his feet off the table and sitting up in the big overstuffed chair. He looked them over as the others approached him, comparing their body structures and the variety of their beauty. Linda's pert and teasing loveliness was familiar, but always appealing, her cute little tits bobbing proudly and the tanned skin of her belly backgrounding the warm comfort of her always-ready pussy.

Aunt Beth was an eyeful, looking so regal and unattainable, so graceful and cool, but now he knew the seething passion that was lurking within the clinging depths of her precious cunt. And Isobel – eager and trembling as a virginal schoolgirl, that thin body captivating, her midnight-haired mound pulsing with all the creamy joys any man could desire.

Linda and Beth moved the coffee table back while Isobel stared down at his crotch, the tip of her dark red tongue flicking her lips, her hands sliding over her lean hips and up to fondle the small moundings of her breasts. But Linda was the first to drop on her knees before him, parting his legs with her hands and making him stretch them out. Eddie realized that they were all going to blow him, and that his sister would begin the orgy that had him as its willing focal point.

His sister moved close between his spread thighs and teased into his crotch with her tits, moving the erectile nipples back and forth over his limp cock and into his balls. Slowly, the blood began to gorge his prick, and as the shaft reacted out, as it swelled and lifted the growing bud of his cockhead, Linda stopped using her tits to stimulate him, and instead dipped her face to plant a tingling kiss upon his glans.

Her fingers played into the wrinkled sack of his balls, toying with the nuts themselves and stroking the stem of his rod. Her warm breath blew over his knob like a sultry tropical wind, making it throb in response. Her tongue was adept, practiced in its wet movements, sliding, and curling; Eddie put his hands upon his sister's sun-streaked hair as she drew his swollen bud into her avid lips and pulled his cock deeply into her mouth.

Eddie stroked his sister's hair as she worked her mouth so lovingly upon his shaft, laving the glans with her tongue and dipping her inner cheeks around it, fondling the knob with the slippery roof of her mouth and raking her teeth delicately around the root. She opened her lips and let his prick snap outside.

Moving away from him, she got to her feet and gave room to the next woman. Beth drifted down to him, bending to touch her resilient breasts to his dampened prick, then kneeling between his thighs. A fine silken net, her golden hair spread over his legs, scented and tingling with a life of its own, and his aunt brought her softly thrilling lips to his glans.

«Darling,» she murmured, «I can never get enough of your sweet cock, any way I can take it.»