Hank Faber - Auntie s Naughty Boys

"I did, Aunt Dee-Julie and Lisa-but let me tell you, you're the best, Aunt Dee. When I fuck you, I never want it to stop."

"I'm flattered, Herbie," Aunt Dee said and tugged her chocolate brown skirt down over her naked ass and belly. "But your parents are coming back tonight, and you're going home with them. You may want to visit me once or twice a month, and maybe we'll have a good fuck once in a while." She stroked his hair. "But Herbie, I don't want you to be jealous. I can't be exclusively yours. It's high time, I tried it with a man."

Three days later, Aunt Dee was sorry that she had ever said those things to her young nephew Herb. Since he had left, she hadn't as much as seen a boy's, let alone a man's, cock. And she was aching to have somebody fuck her. She sat on the sofa in her living room and fingered her clit. She had frigged herself to orgasm at least a dozen times since her nephew had gone back home. It was no good, she

thought, as she put her bare feet up on the couch, spread her thighs, and used her finger on her clit. She rubbed the little nub while she thought of men's cocks, all big, all swollen with hard-ons, all belonging to men just dying to get them into her hot, twitchy twat. It was no good-she needed more than her finger now, she needed more than the candle that lay forgotten upstairs in her dresser drawer, a poor substitute for the real thing. A few times, she had tried to pick up a man, but the ones she had seen had done nothing for her. Almost crying in frustration, she pulled her dress back down and thought about a hot tub-bath, when the front doorbell rang.

Standing on the front stoop was a young man in the greenish-khaki uniform of the Boy Scouts. He wore long pants and had a green tie instead of the neckerchief the boys all wore. "Hello, ma'am," he said haltingly. "I'm Bob Shepherd, Herb's Scoutmaster. May I come in?"

Aunt Dee hoped that he couldn't smell her finger. She wore a green dress to match her eyes, and it set off her fair skin and dark hair to advantage as as had the chocolate brown one. She was barefoot, and that made her feel vulnerable, and she rubbed one bare foot with the toes of the other.

"May I?" the young man repeated. "Or if you prefer, we could, of course, talk right

here-"

"Of course, come in, come in," Aunt Dee said. Looking down at the young Scoutmaster's crotch, she opened the door wide to him. He seemed to have a nice fat and long cock from what she could tell by the bulge running down the inside of his left thigh. His ass was small and muscular, Aunt Dee noted, as he went across the room. "What can I do for you Mr.-ah-Sheppers?"

"Shepherd," the youthful Scoutmaster corrected her. "This is sort of awkward for me, ma'am," he said. "You see there've been complaints-some of the parents of the boys in our troop."

"Complaints?" Aunt Dee repeated. She tucked her legs up on the sofa, knowing that she was showing a lot of bare thigh, and that her legs were good. "What kind of complaints, Mr. Shepherd?"

The young man sighed. "Well for one, there are reports that a couple of girls, one of them your niece, I believe, tried to be forward with our boys. Now, we try and discourage any sort of unclean thoughts among the boys. In that way, we hope to eliminate-ah-self-abuse."

"Self-what?" Aunt Dee asked, although she knew very well that the young man was talking about the boys jerking off.

"Ah, masturbation," the Scoutmaster said.

"What have a bunch of little boys pulling their puds have to do with me?" Aunt Dee asked.

The young man blushed at her language. "To be frank ma'am, there were some of the boys who told their parents that you let them-ah-take certain liberties with your-ah-person."

"You mean that I let them feel me up?" Aunt Dee asked.

"I believe that was what they were referring to. I cannot believe that you would have allowed it to go any further."

"You know, you're not bad-looking," Aunt Dee said. "Not bad-looking at all. "Ma'am?" the Scoutmaster stammered.

Aunt Dee got up from her sofa and walked over toward the Scoutmaster. She moved her body sensuously, seeing his eyes on her bra-less tits. When she got right up to him, she squatted down, keeping her bare knees together, but knowing that the hem of her dress fell away from her ass and thighs, and that the man, if he cared to look, would see that she wasn't wearing any underwear. She took up his limp hand in her own and put it palm out on her right breast.

"Ma'am," the Scoutmaster said and had trouble swallowing. "Ma'am, you're the most beautiful woman that I've ever seen."

Aunt Dee put the Scoutmaster's hand inside of her dress and let him feel bare tit. She watched with pleasure as his pants began to tent. In another five minutes, she'd have this succulent young man fucking her. Reaching out, the woman unzipped the young Scoutmaster's fly and took out his swelling prick. It was a nice big one, and Aunt Dee kissed it and started to mouth it, while the Scoutmaster began to breathe hard and, although feeling her tit, said*, "Ma'am, please."

"Come on," Aunt Dee said to him, "let's clean your plumbing out."

"Ma'am, I respect you," the Scoutmaster said.

"Don't tell me you're a virgin?" Aunt Dee asked him and then bent back to sucking his stiff prick.

"No ma'am," the Scoutmaster said. "But you're the mother of one of my boys-" "Aunt," she said. "I'm not Herbie's mother, only his aunt."

"Oh, that's better then," the Scoutmaster said and looked down at the beautiful woman who was licking and sucking his cock.

"Come on down on the floor with me," Aunt Dee said and pulled the young Scoutmaster out of his chair by his hands and on top of her lush body.

She let him lie against her until she felt his pecker twitching, then she extricated herself, rolled the young man over on his back, undid his belt, and pulled off his trousers and underpants. He had a luscious pair of big balls under his thick prick. Aunt Dee knelt and mouthed it again. When she could taste his first juice in her mouth, she shifted around until her knees were one at either side of his head, so that the youthful Scoutmaster could see and smell her cunt. She pulled up her dress, high, before taking his stiff prick into both hands again and sucking it with a vengeance.

"Oh, god that's good!" the young man cried out, and found that the woman was lowering her body, her hairy, strong-smelling snatch for him to eat. The Scoutmaster had eaten cunt before, but none as delicious as Aunt Dee's. This woman's box was something special. Of course it wasn't the gash alone, it was the idea of seeing this lovely woman's cunt bare and lubricating, ready for prick. The Scoutmaster ran his tongue along the groove of Aunt Dee's cunt, and she started to move her nice, full hips with passion.

Eating a man, Aunt Dee found, was different from eating a boy. The man smelled stronger, a pungent scent came to her nostrils from the young man's balls. Then there were the hairy legs and ass and the beard stubble that prickled her cunt as the young man sucked her sex box.

Even as she blew him, bringing his dick to the full stiffness necessary for good fucking, Aunt Dee knew that this would be a superb fuck. She could hardly restrain herself. She wanted to take the young man's prick inside of herself, let it love her and rub her until it erupted. In wonder, Aunt Dee looked at the big balls-those were man's balls-and suddenly Aunt Dee learned that she was dealing with a man this time, not an inexperienced boy.

The Scoutmaster reached up and pulled the woman's big buttocks apart. Then, pressing his face into the intimate flesh of her crotch, he started to drink in great mouthfuls of her cunt liquids. When he was ready to fuck, he upended the woman, keeping her dress high, laid her on her back, and knelt between her legs. He felt her breasts up until she began to moan, then slowly but relentlessly he entered her. His prick slid in between the pink, fleshy petals of her cunt lips, and up her snatch.