Hank Faber - Auntie s Naughty Boys

"On my back with a man's meat up my-"

"That'll do!" Aunt Dee cut off her niece. "Go to your room-at once!

Julie got up, slowly, and walked out, swinging her ass. Herbie watched it and her slim girl-legs.

Gosh! I fucked her, Herb thought. I had that ass naked under me and those smooth, tanned legs wrapped around my waist, and my cock way up her cunt-hole, sliding in and out-gosh it felt good, all squishy and warm. I fucked a girl! He was full of wonder at how easy it had been after wishing for it and thinking about it for such a long time. But I didn't finish, Herbie thought. I wanted to fill that hot-assed little bitch's belly full of my cum! Herb's balls ached so badly, he was feeling sick.

"All right, you filthy little brute!" Aunt Dee said and pulled Herb by his ear. "You march right upstairs, young man. I have a bone to pick with you."

Herb felt the pain in his ear as his aunt marched him toward the stairwell. What could she be so put out about now? As she forced him to go up the stairs, doubled over, Herb could see his aunt's thighs and belly under her black dress, and if he strained against her pinched fingers on his ear, lie could glimpse her full tits. He felt his prick getting stiff again as the thought came to him that he would like to get his nuts off inside of that woman, his aunt Dee. After all, she did have all the equipment, tits, ass, and a cunt, probably with a big black bush around it.

"Now!" Aunt Dee said and let go of Herb's ear. As he straightened, he saw her holding up his magazines with the brightly colored photographs-his."Fuck books" as he called them.

"This, this horrible filth, Herbie, where on earth did you get this trash?" She was holding the magazines as if they were full of spunk and cunt juice. "And hiding it under your mattress, like a thief! No wonder you have bad thoughts and get all excited when your cousin Julie is careless about her skirt!"

"They're mine," Herb said reaching for the magazines. "You leave 'em alone."

"I certainly will do no such thing," Aunt Dee said. "I'm confiscating them, and don't you ever let me catch you with anything like that again or I'll report you to your Scoutmaster.'

Herb wanted to blurt out that he had swiped the magazines from his Scoutmaster's backpack during the Scout troop's last camp trip, but he decided to keep his mouth shut.

Aunt Dee narrowed her green eyes and put her pretty face right near Herb's freckled boy's features. "If you weren't so big-" she said. "Even so, I've a good mind to take your pants down and give you a good licking-on the bare."

The idea of lying bare from the waist down across his aunt's lap made Herb's cock stiffen some more. Now if Aunt Dee's lap happened to be bare-the thought of his stiff prick probing between her thighs brought back a full hard-on.

"Now, you just stay up here in your room, young man," Aunt Dee said, "and don't you think I won't tell your parents about this? She held up the magazines and sailed out.

Herb sat down on the bed, his cock throbbing in his shorts. He opened his fly and let it spring out. He stroked its sticky length and then sniffed his fingers. They smelled of her, Julie, of her cunt.

I've got to finish banging her, Herb thought, as he stroked his prick, faster and faster. I don't want to jerk off like some little boy, not now, not after I've tasted the real thing.

Walking as quietly as he could, he went out the door and looked up and down the upstairs hall. There was no sign of Aunt Dee. Herb snuck towards the stairs, tiptoed past Aunt Dee's room, wincing when a floorboard creaked, and then stopped when he heard a moan coming from behind the white door. Was she sick? But no, there it was again, a long, drawn out sigh breaking into a whimper. There was nothing sick about that sound. It was like the little groans Julie was beginning to make when he had been fucking her, just before Aunt Dee had interrupted them.

Herb bent down and peeked through the keyhole. At first, he saw only the bed with its white crochet spread. He had to look in at an angle to see something more than that. He could not believe his eyes! There, upright on the dresser, leaning against the mirror, was one of his "fuck books," a magazine, swiped from the Scoutmaster, that showed couples fucking and sucking. The book was open to a color photograph, a close-up of an angry-red, veined prick spitting thick, white cum. If he pressed his cheek against the door he could see a luscious pair of female legs, the black skirt up high, exposing smooth, white thighs. Herb squeezed his head against the wood as hard as he could until he could see what Aunt Dee was doing. Her hand was between her thighs, jerking rapidly up and down as if she were strumming a guitar, and all the time, from her half-open mouth she let out these little whimpers and moans. Herb's cock throbbed with longing, when he realized what Aunt Dee was up to. She-was diddling herself! She was looking at a full-color photo of a man's prick squirting spunk and strumming her clit. Then Herb saw that it wasn't just the photo of a prick that Aunt Dee was using to get herself hot. Right next to it there stood propped against the dresser mirror the picture of this TV guy Herb remembered her watching. She must be imagining that it was his prick that was creaming and way up inside of her cunt!

Aunt Dee was gasping and squirming, her bare ass grinding against the seat of her chair, her black hair over her flushed face, eyes closed, as she lifted both bare feet off the carpet and put them up on the dresser top. Herb's cock was so hard, it hurt. He could not believe this! Before today he had never seen a naked cunt before, and here in less than an hour, he had not only been shown a girl's quim and had fucked

for the first time, but now was seeing a woman, a beautiful woman nearly twice his age, about to get herself off.

Aunt Dee had spread her legs so wide that Herb could see the coral pink slit in her black bush, above fat, pale ass-cheeks, reflected in the mirror. She seemed to be having trouble getting herself satisfied, because her head was thrown back and her lips were open, revealing her white, even teeth, as she puffed and strained. Herb shook his head as he remembered the prim and proper Aunt Dee that had received him only last night. She had told him that she hoped he was as clean in mind as a Scout should be. She had reprimanded his cousin Julie for sitting carelessly, although the blonde girl had been wearing panties that time. Aunt Dee had lectured him on the importance of a cold bath before going to bed for a growing boy and on the merits of tennis and other exhausting sports to keep his mind filled with wholesome thoughts. Now, this same twenty-nine-year-old aunt was stripping down in her bedroom, while thinking about some TV actor's spunking cock. That was what Aunt Dee was doing. She pulled the black dress up over her head, exposing her naked ass, fat, round cheeks that trembled as she impatiently flung the dress on the bed. What an ass! A real woman's ass, full and plump and made for squirming under a male while he fucked her good and hard as she needed to be reamed.

Aunt Dee unhooked her brassiere and for the first time, Herb saw her full-fleshed tits in the raw. The nipples were a dusky rose as she fingered them to make them stiff, and she felt herself up, squeezing her boobs, grinding her thighs together, moaning for a cock. Herb stroked his own as he watched his aunt finger-fucking herself, opening her snatch wide, showing the wet, dark-red inner skin, thrusting two, three, four fingers up into herself and ringing her snatch. But as Herb stroked his aching prick, his aunt still could not get the relief she wanted and needed. She opened her dresser drawer and took out a thick, white candle. Herb had heard that women fucked themselves with candles, but he never had believed it-until now. Here, his aunt was about to shove a wax candle up her burning quim. As Herb beat his meat, he wondered if both their problems would not be solved were he to knock on the door and offer to shove his aching rock-hard rod up his aunt's red-hot quim. The thought nearly made him spill his spunk. But he kept it in, watching in wonder as his aunt dipped her fingers into a jar of Vaseline and greased up the hefty candle before bending her knees, spreading her cunt lips and starting to ride up and down on the wax rod. As she candle-fucked herself, she turned in circles, so that Herb could see her trembling ass-cheeks one second, and her heavy boobs and hungry cunt, sucking on the candle there as if it were a coral-lipped mouth, up and down, up and down, the next.