Unknown - My Nympho Aunt

Then her mouth closed hot and wet around his prick, to drag the sensitive head far back into her throat. Beth's tongue was quick and hungry, licking and caressing, probing into his slot as if she wanted to hurry the semen that would spurt from the narrow opening. Moving her head back and forth, she sucked upon Eddie's cock, rolling the head around inside her mouth, and he stroked in it, humping his pelvis as she fondled his balls.

Beth hesitated then, and he could feel her obvious reluctance to let go his cock, but she freed it with a final lick and sighed away from between his legs. Eddie looked up into the intent and narrow face of Isobel Zachary. The woman lowered herself into position, her slanted eyes focused upon his distended and upright shaft, her nostrils flaring in excitement and her lips damp.

«I-I only did this a couple of times before,» she breathed. «And the room was always dark, so I couldn't see. It's better this way, because I've never seen such a strong, beautiful prick as yours, Eddie. So young and slim and graceful; I just adore it.»

She kissed the tip that was now leaking a dribble of clear hot fluid, and her long tongue reached out to collect the juice, drawing it back into her mouth where her taste buds could savor it. Isobel toyed with his throbbing prick then, feeling all over its length, squeezing the rod between sharply nailed fingers, playing down over his balls and below them, into the humid crack of his ass. When she suddenly wrapped her hungry lips around his knob, Eddie was more than ready to be eaten. He felt that the others had brought him only this far deliberately, that Linda and Beth meant for him to complete his orgasm inside this woman's greedy mouth, for it was totally new to him.

«Mmmm,» Isobel moaned as she fastened her mouth to his hard shaft, and the vibrations of her vocal cords tingled up and down Eddie's prick. He lifted his crotch and grabbed the woman's head, digging his fingers into the short black hair and thrusting his knob deeply into the pulsing cavern of her mouth, reaching for the velvet cup of her throat.

The woman was ravenous, her lips greedy and her tongue avid. She pulled and sucked, rolled his cockhead and nibbled upon his shaft, sliding her face in a sensuous rhythm. He fed his meat to her, grinding his hips and hiking his pelvis to thrust into her mouth, clinging to her head as he fucked her face the same way he had fucked her juicy pussy. He wondered if she had ever eaten her husband's cock this way, and what the guy would think if he could see his wife now. Isobel could really gobble a prick, going at it as if she meant to chew it off at the roots.

He didn't have to be gentle with her; furiously, she dragged upon his surging prick, attempting to swallow the puffy cockhead every time its blunt tip touched the back of her silken throat.

«Oh wow,» Eddie said. «You're a terrific cocksucker, Mrs. Zachary – eating my prick this way, using your tongue so hot and wet – suck me, Isobel – suck me until I come in your mouth!»

Time and the woman's mouth blurred around him; Eddie was conscious only of being, of a blazing suction that seemed to be drawing out the inner core of himself, and gladly, he released it. When his cockhead flexed and trembled, the universe exploded, and he hosed his semen into Isobel's throat, bathing the satin cup with come, flooding her teeth and saturating her tongue. Heavy and steaming, slippery and creamy, his male fluids flowed through her mouth, and she siphoned them down into her stomach, swallowing noisily, wetly as she absorbed the rich juices.

Eddie's knees went weak, unhinging to let his feet slide out across the carpet as his legs straightened. His head fell back against the padded chair, and his breath rasped in his throat. She was still pulling on his sagging prick, trying to drain still more come from its head, trying to draw another droplet up from his emptied balls.

But at last she released him, sighing when she sat back upon her heels. Isobel's eyes were glazed with passion, all the tenseness gone from her face, a look there now of surfeit, of gratification, as if she had come with him. The other women helped her to her feet, whispering to her, running their hands lovingly over her body as they led her to the bar and Beth mixed a drink. Forgotten for the moment, Eddie stretched and shook himself, feeling small hot tingles that were slowly subsiding throughout his body.

It had been one hell of a climax for him, and Eddie thought that the woman had gotten almost as much satisfaction out of eating him, the incomparably intimate act stirring some hidden pool of debauchery deep within her core. Even though it had taken Isobel some forty years to really turn on, she was making up for lost time.

Warm and relaxed, he lolled upon the couch, thinking that the fun would be doubled when Isobel brought her husband into the group, when Eddie could look up from fucking the woman's abundantly flowing pussy and see her husband watching the act. He didn't know why that image turned him on so, but it did. Maybe it was because a wife was supposed to be the personal property of her old man, that her cunt was for him alone, and it was a real kick to destroy that illusion.

He wondered if the erotic sensations would be sharper because of it, and he flashed to a fantasy of his own father standing beside the bed while Eddie stroked his hard young prick in and out of the private pussy of Susan Lyons. At the image, Eddie's recently drained cock pulsed, and he closed his eyes to see things better in the dream world.

Sure, he had sometimes heard the bed creaking in his parents' room, and of course he'd known that his father was putting the meat to his mom. He'd even pictured how her shapely legs would curl, and how her neat, trim ass would work, but he could never see clearly inside his head just how her secret pussy would look when its soft lips were taking a stiff prick.

Did his mom moan and say things like fuck me, fuck me? Did she hump eagerly when she rode that swollen rod, or wrap her legs around a guy's back? And how tight was her cunt, how juicy? Maybe she had too many hang-ups, and didn't really enjoy screwing; maybe she had never gone down on her own husband, or known the thrill of a tongue working inside her heaving snatch.

Dimly through his dreaming, Eddie heard the ringing of a telephone, but he didn't want to let go the sensuous pictures moving inside his head, and he concentrated upon them. He saw his mom's naked and gleaming body, but the color of her cunt hair was uncertain, although the nipples on her modeled breasts were a pale brown. He saw her mouth smiling, and the sexy ticking of her hips as she held up her arms to some unseen lover. Not his dad, Eddie thought, but himself. It would be him, Eddie Lyons, who moved to that beautiful waiting woman upon the very bed where his father had fucked her so many times in the past.

Somebody was shaking his shoulder. He opened his eyes and saw his sister leaning over him. «Hey, sleepy,» she said. «Did Isobel pump you completely dry? Come on; we've got to go get dressed.»

«Why?» he asked drowsily.

«That phone call was from Mr. Zachary. His business meeting was called off, and when he got home he didn't know where Isobel was. So he called here and she talked to him. Then Beth got on the line and invited him over for a few drinks; you should have heard how sexy her voice was. So that means we have to split upstairs and get dressed, just like they do.»

Eddie sat up. «Do we get left out of it?»

«For awhile,» Linda answered, tugging at his hand until he stood up. «Maybe we can mix in with them later, but first Auntie Beth and Isobel have to set him up. Isobel is going to pretend to get so smashed she'll have to go to bed, leaving Beth and her old man alone. Then our sensuous auntie will make him. We can peep at them.»