Unknown - My Nympho Aunt

Eddie looked back at Clayton as he pumped languorously back and forth into the suctioning wetness of Isobel's greedy cunt. «Your wife really has a tremendous pussy, Mr. Zachary. It's the juiciest one I ever screwed, always dripping inside, and her cunt kind of squeezes down on my cockhead whenever I shove it home like this. I dig the way she wiggles this tight ass, too; it makes her cunt circle around on my prick. She's a great fuck because she loves this hard meat so much.»

Moaning, Isobel heaved against him and lifted her supple legs to twist them around the small of Eddie's back as she hiked her rolling ass. He said then, «My cock isn't long enough to reach bottom in your wife's cunt, you know. But she tries to make it touch her womb when she rolls back on her shoulders like this. Man – her legs are strong, and she's trying to pull me right down into her slippery snatch. Does she fuck you like this, too?»

«She – she used to,» Clayton muttered, and now his cock was fully lifted, the head of it empurpled and gleaming. He climbed off the stool and walked jerkily toward them as they screwed on the couch. When he reached them, Clayton stared down hungrily at the way Eddie's lubricated shaft was moving in and out of his wife's boiling cunt lips; he seemed to be listening to the sloshy noises and to the wet slap of Eddie's balls into the hairy crack of Isobel's actively twisting ass.

Then Clayton put his hand on Eddie's ass, and shoved down, helping Eddie drive it farther into that gripping, surging pussy. «Fuck her, boy. Ram your young prick far up into my wife's cunt. Stick her deep and strong, boy – yeah, pound it to her and make her come. She loves your cock, Eddie – she loves to fuck, so fuck her, fuck her!»

The touch of his hand and the hoarseness of the man's voice turned Eddie on even more, and he could feel the buildup of great pressure inside his distended balls. It was freaky, to have Clayton Zachary push on his ass while he was fucking the guy's wife, while he was sledging his stiff prick into this juicy pussy that Clayton had screwed so many times.

Then Isobel cried out: «Oh lord, lord – I'm coming! Clayton – his hard prick is driving me insane, making my clit explode – I'm coming, Clayton – I'm coming on this boy's marvelous cock!»

She shivered up to him, her ass gyrating wildly and her hairy wet pelvis hammering into his crotch. Eddie fed her the meat savagely, twisting the cockhead deeply into the rippling vagina. Grunting, he said, «I'm coming, too. Oh man – my cockhead is jerking like it's going to blow off, and here comes my semen – now, now! It's spitting out of my prick and into your wife's hot pussy, Clayton. My come is jetting into your wife's beautiful wet cunt and she's wiggling it all around – oh wow – so hot and slippery – and my come is bubbling inside her, mixing with her cunt oils – ahh – ahh!»

It was one of the most tremendous orgasms Eddie had ever reached, spiced by the presence of her husband, and by talking to the man and telling him what was happening. He saw Clayton's prick throbbing above them and held his own cock deep until the first searing waves of Isobel's flaming passion began to subside. Then, as her long legs loosened around his body, Eddie moved back and snapped his cockhead from the grip of her fluid snatch, trailing a glistening path of sticky come down her thigh.

«Climb on her,» Eddie said. «Get in between those limber legs and shove your own prick into your wife's pussy. Man, she's so hot, it'll blister you. Come on, Clayton – I'm getting out of the way so you can get into this cunt I just fucked. It's all slidy with my come, and you can pump into it.»

The man was a robot, his arms and legs moving stiffly as he followed Eddie's directions and crawled between his wife's uplifted knees. She stared up at him, smiling lasciviously, and reached down to help her husband steer his pulsing glans into the dripping entrance to her freshly fucked pussy. Clayton trembled when his cock-head touched her frothy labia, and he suddenly slammed his prick home with a single, powerful shove.

«Here,» Clayton grunted, «take my cock, you beautiful, hot-ass bitch. Ride my prick as you just rode the kid's rod. Ah, baby – you're all foamy inside – hot and slippery – uh – uh – uh!»

He pounded it to his wife, pile-driving his hard and eager shaft into the fluid depths of Isobel's shuddering cunt. She pitched wildly beneath him, stabbing her crotch up and wringing his sliding pole around inside her inflamed pussy, swiveling her sleek hips as she fucked him lasciviously, blindly, both of them caught up in the fiery heat of their renewed passions. Locking her lithe legs around the man, Isobel strained against his crotch, her belly jerking in uncontrollable spasms while he laid the meat to her, probably as he had never done before, through all their years of marriage.

She shrieked as she came, and tore at the couch with clawed fingernails, flinging her legs about as her pelvis blurred madly. Isobel was all over the man, biting at his chest and hooking her limber legs around to dig her heels into the crack of his driving ass. Then Eddie saw Clayton's sack convulse and strain upward; the man groaned and went stiff, burying his vibrating cockhead into the bubbling depths of her flexing cunt. He was pumping the hot juice into her vagina, Eddie knew, and wished that he could somehow see the ejaculation, watch the creamy leaping of the steamy fluid as it fountained into the woman's blazing snatch.

They collapsed then, folding into and around each other in a wondrous softness, an enchanted blending of flesh and fluids and minds that dissolved one into the other. Eddie thought that was probably the very best orgasm they had ever had together, Isobel just after she had been fucked by somebody else, and her husband, just after watching the screwing and hearing his erotic wife describe the feelings she got from another hard cock.

When he at last took his eyes from them, he saw that his sister and auntie had turned on to each other, aroused past waiting by the hectic screwing they had witnessed. They were balling at sixty-nine, their surging cunts jammed into each other's mouth, hunching away. Beth's ripe thighs were wrapped around Linda's brown head, and the girl's sleek legs were coiled around her aunt's golden tresses. For awhile, Eddie watched them making it and listened to them moaning, to the sounds of lapping as tongues worked happily into perfumed and soapy vaginas.

It had all worked out so beautifully with Clayton and Isobel, he thought; now he and the man could share all three of these hotly luscious women, moving their stiff pricks from cunt to asshole to mouth.

But they would have to wait awhile. Clayton had been screwed down to a nub, pumping consecutive loads of semen into three different women, and his balls would be drained for now. In awhile, after a snack and a few drinks, the man could fuck again, and Eddie decided to wait for him. Over next to the bar, Linda and Beth were finishing up, grinding their crotches and wiggling their polished asses voluptuously as they hurried to a mutual orgasm. Women could make it so many more times than men; he kind of envied them, but he wondered if their climaxes could be as powerful, as overwhelming.

Leaving them, Eddie wandered into the kitchen and found cookies and milk. As he munched, he went over in his head the plan he and Linda had, for when they went home. His sister was right; she'd have to make the first move, and do it when their old man was well on the way to getting smashed. Once she managed to get dad's cock into her terrific little pussy, he'd never be able to stop. Then of course, he wouldn't have a moral leg to stand on, when it came to his son fucking his wife.

There were others around they could get turned on – a good-looking widow next door, who had a sexy little daughter that Eddie had been eyeing for some time; a bachelor down the street who seemed ready to swing; a married couple that came over almost every week to play cards. And of course, Uncle Brad would be more than eager to stick his other sister, since he had discovered how good it was screwing Beth. And after they got everyone started, they could call Auntie Beth and ask her to fly out and join them. It could be one hell of a party, Eddie thought, one that would go on and on, increasing in variety as it grew.