Unknown: My Nympho Aunt

Beth and Isobel were already gone from the living room, so Eddie walked with his sister to the stairs. «Then Isobel will come in and catch them; is that the idea?»

«Something like that. Or maybe I will; she'll have more of a hold on him if she discovers her loving husband putting the prick to an innocent little child.»

Eddie slapped her bare ass and laughed. «You're about as innocent as a squirt of semen. Come on – we'll have to put on our act, I guess. This will really be a blast, getting her husband into our party. You know, I was dreaming down there about making it with mom, and raising another hard right away.»

Inside the bedroom, his sister turned. I've been thinking of screwing dad, too. But suppose he balls me and mom won't fuck you?»

«Then you'll be the lucky one,» Eddie said. «But I don't see how it'll work like that. I mean, if mom sees you riding his cock, it has to do something to her, even if it only makes her want to get even with the old man. And I don't care what her excuse is; I only want to fuck her.»

She shoved him toward the bathroom. «Take your shower. That's all off in the future, and right now, we have to think about making it with Mr. Zachary. That guy is going to get one hell of a surprise.»

«And one hell of a piece of ass,» Eddie put in. «Two fine pieces, I mean, because I know you'll get to him before his wife does. I think I'll get Isobel in the hall, so I can screw her while he swings with Beth and you. Or maybe we'll wait so he can watch me pour the cock to his old lady.»

Either way, it would be great, Eddie thought.

Isobel put on a great act, Eddie thought; if he hadn't known better, he would have sworn she was smashed to the ears when Beth led her wobbling from the room. But once beyond hearing of her old man, she came erect smiling and whispered to Beth: «Good luck.»

Beth took her time returning to where a put-out man waited, making a trip to the kitchen first, killing time while she was supposed to be tucking Isobel into bed to sleep it off. Then she drifted back down the hall where Eddie and Isobel crouched. Linda was hidden in the living room closet, waiting her chance to ambush Clayton Zachary, who didn't have the faintest idea of what was going on.

Leaning close, Beth murmured, «I'll get him to screw me, don't worry. I think he's already interested.»

«If he's not,» Isobel hissed back, «he's lost his balls. You're simply devastating in that dress. Go get him, tigress.»

And after she was gone, Isobel said into Eddie's ear, «I suppose I should feel evil, or something, because I'm encouraging another woman to seduce my husband. But I don't feel like that; I'm only very glad for them both.»

He put one arm around her slim waist and she dropped a hand into his crotch, but it wasn't quite the same while they were both wearing clothes. When they heard the subdued buzz of talk in the living room, they eased down the hallway to where they could peep beneath the ornate room divider. There were potted plants below it, good camouflage to hide behind.

Clayton was a good-looking guy, Eddie admitted; the man was even taller than his wife, with good shoulders and no pot belly, and he dressed pretty mod. There was grey in his hair, especially just over the ears, but that didn't detract from his appearance, and Eddie hoped he wasn't too old to really ball. He had no idea how old a guy had to be, before he stopped raising a hard.

From where he and Isobel were hunkered down, they could see and hear everything that went on in the living room; they watched and listened, both of them anxious for everything to go all right.

«I'm sorry about Isobel,» Clayton said. «Usually she holds her liquor far better than that.»

«That's all right,» Beth said, sitting down on the couch beside the tall man. She looked terrific in her short dress, Eddie thought; it was light blue and hung to every curve of her body, besides showing off a lot of spectacular leg. «Isobel has been moody of late, as if she's lonely.»

«Lonely?» Clayton's laugh was edged with bitterness. «Not her; she has plenty of friends, mostly men.»

«I don't know what to say about that,» Beth said. «Maybe it's better we don't talk about your wife. Let's talk about us. I've always thought you an extremely interesting man, Clayton.»

His eyebrows went up. «You have? You've never shown it, Beth. And with that chilly attitude of yours, nobody would ever suspect.»

«That was before I knew better,» she said, her voice dropping almost to a purr. «Try me now.» But she didn't wait for him to make the first move; she turned on the couch and slid into the man's arms with her ripe mouth uplifted.

Isobel's hand tightened upon Eddie's thigh and she breathed it into his ear: «Damn! He never knew what hit him.»

Eddies eyes were fixed upon his lovely aunt as the woman went to work on Clayton, her mouth hotly mobile and her tongue lancing against the man's. Her hands were busy, too, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding next to his bare skin, exploring his shocked flesh while Clayton seemed numbed by surprise.

He might be numb, but the guy wasn't dead, Eddie saw, because the sudden bulge in his pants was plain, and he was feeling over the ripely rounded curve of Beth's hip, his hand drifting down to her uncovered pale thigh. Beth broke the kiss and looked up into his eyes to say, «Take me, Clayton. Oh, I'm so hot for you, darling. Let's fuck.»

His eyes widened, «Beth! I never expected to-«

She was at his zipper, whipping it down and plunging a hand into his pants to bring out his stiff prick. It was nowhere as big as uncle Brad's, Eddie saw, but a good sturdy one with a reddish head and heavily veined around its throbbing shaft.

«Right here and right now,» Beth panted, fondling his cock.

«But the children,» Clayton protested. «And we don't know if Isobel-«

«Screw the kids and Isobel too,» Beth said, and Eddie damned near choked as Isobel whispered into his ear: «Now there's a great idea!»

Then Beth was on her feet, whipping her dress over her head. She wore nothing beneath it, and her fine, strong tits sprang free, their dark pink nipples vibrant with passion, her golden mound heaped so generously with beguiling pubic hair, her white thighs spread proudly apart. Hands upon her hips, she swayed her body, rolled its pristine belly in suggestive motions, grinding her mossy crotch at the man, humping her pussy appealingly at him.

«Get undressed, Clayton,» she whispered, sliding her hands up over her writhing flesh to cup and proffer her full tits. «But hurry, please. I can't wait to feel your hard prick inside my hot cunt.»

He moved jerkily, fumbling at his clothes and somehow managing to get them all off, but not without casting an apprehensive glance at the hallway where his wife had disappeared. Then he didn't have much chance to think about anything else except the sleek and scented flesh that descended upon him. Beth pushed the man back upon the couch and lay down on top of him as she kissed him hungrily, her hands trailing up and down his tensed skin.

Then she was lifting her upper body, thrusting a gorged nipple into his mouth for him to suck upon, all the while ticktocking her steaming pussy against some part of his body. «You're nice and hard, Clayton. There darling – that's right; suck my tit a little while I reach around behind us and find your stiff cock. Oh, I have, it.»

Eddie watched his auntie gripping the guy's shaft, saw her rubbing the distended head back and forth into the humid fur of her thatched pussy, and knew that Clayton must be feeling hot thrills all the way up into his asshole. Beth was wasting no time getting it on, and Eddie wondered how Linda was taking the scene they were all observing, whether his little sister was fingering herself in the dark closet.