Hank Faber - Auntie s Naughty Boys

Aunt Dee humped.

She wanted cock, and this was it! She moved her powerful ass, and the Scoutmaster knew that he was getting fucked. He knew that this was a woman whose ass he was cutting. Slowly, he fucked her with all the expertise he could muster from having

screwed about two dozen girls and women. He was going to make her pop her ovaries off, and more than once!

The woman embraced him, bit his ear, called him "lover" and drove him wild with her lust. She fucked as if she hadn't had cock for years! But he knew that a good-looking woman such as this must have had plenty of pricks shoved up her.

Aunt Dee opened herself up, shamelessly, she spread herself wide to let this young man taste the full fire and.sweetness of her womanhood. Her twat, her belly, her asshole, the entire groin, pelvis, and crotch were swollen with lust, as she took on a man for the first time in her life. Aunt Dee enjoyed the feel of his body on hers, the strength of his prick as it stretched the elastic lining of her cunt-sheath, as it made her feel so completely a woman. She moved her big ass, giving the man fucking her as much pleasure as she could, and getting all she could out of this-the best piece of man's tail, any woman could ever dream of having. Crying out her delight, Aunt Dee got off, feeling her pelvis pop with the spasms and flashes of a good, full come.

This was different from the many small comes she had gotten when the Boy Scouts had gang-fucked her, it was different from the nice orgasms that she had experienced with Herbie. This was deeper, fuller, more lasting. She howled her lust out as the Scoutmaster caught her fever and let his prick spurt cum. As Aunt Dee clutched him with her magnificent legs, her ankles crossed in the small of the young man's back, and she received the love spunk of a man only seven years younger than she was.

"All of it, lover," she urged, humping while the Scoutmaster kept pumping his cum into her.

As she stretched languorously after the best fuck she had ever had, Aunt Dee knew that this young man was going to service her often and fully.

Briefly, she wondered if Herbie had found a girl to give him what he needed yet. Chapter 10

Herb watched his prick grow bigger under the warm spray of the shower. When it was semi-hard, he started to beat it. All the time that he was stroking himself off, he thought of girls, older girls, and women, like Aunt Dee. He thought of Aunt Dee putting out for Shepherd, his Scoutmaster, and became jealous. The Scoutmaster had a terrific collection of fuck magazines and books. They showed men and women doing it in all sorts of positions, and he probably was teaching Aunt Dee some of these kinky things. Herb wanted to fuck, he didn't want to have to beat off like this. He felt ashamed and disgusted with himself. Just a few days ago, he had had all the ass that he could handle: Aunt Dee of course, and then there had been Julie and Lisa. But now, he had only his fist to give him relief. Aunt Dee was into men. He'd

seen her downtown a couple of times with some real old guys, guys with grey hair and all-that was when she wasn't running around with that horny Scoutmaster. Herb wished that Julie had stayed in-town, over at Aunt Dee's. The blonde had been a good piece of tail-not as good as Aunt Dee maybe-but she had always been good for a quick fuck to take the edge off his rut. Then there had been Lisa, who had a lovely little ass that wouldn't stop. Well they were both back in reform school now. Julie had been picked up a couple of days ago, and he'd heard only yesterday how Lisa had been found about a hundred miles away, on the highway, standing by an expensive car with a guy behind the wheel who was dead-heart attack, they said. Lisa had been taken in by the state police, and it was just a matter of minutes until it became known that she was wanted for escaping from reform school.

Herb let the warm water caress his dick, closed his eyes and thought of a girl, a lovely girl, a few years older than he was. The kind of girl who never gave him a tumble. He thought of such a girl, naked and spreading her legs for him, and his hands started to stroke faster and faster, when-

"Herbie! Herbie!" It was his mother.

Damn! He couldn't even get himself off in the darned shower any more.

"Herbie, I need you to go over to the market for me, hurry up," his mother said through the door.

The store! There was nothing more boring than the damned store. And soon it would be back to school and the same stupid routine. Herb finished showering and dried himself. He would run away, first chance he had. Go somewhere where he could get ass whenever he needed it. He put on his underwear and went to his room to dress.

Twenty minutes or so later, over at the supermarket, Herb was buying a pound of hamburger, when somebody behind him said, "I wish I knew how to make good stew."

Herb turned and saw this girl: long, dark hair, nicely fitting jeans, boobs that would make good handfuls. She must have been talking to somebody, a husband or boyfriend or another girl. She was about twenty-two or so, Herb figured, nice ass, nice legs from what he could tell through the jeans.

"I do so hate eating hamburger every day, don't you?" the girl said.

Herb looked around, and there was nobody there at the meat counter but he and the girl.

"I don't like hamburger much either," he said, "but my mom-" he shrugged. The girl gave him a warm smile. "I know how it is," she said.

"Listen," Herb said, "I've got this recipe for stew, from the Scouts, and it's real good, if you'd like, I could-"

"Sure," the girl said, opened her purse and took out a small pad and a pencil. "Would you mind?"

Herb wrote the Scout recipe for stew down for her. When he gave the pencil and pad back to her, his fingers touched hers and she gave him another encouraging smile. "Well, thank you," she said and wheeled her carriage away.

At the checkout stand, he bumped into the girl once more. Again, she smiled, and Herb asked casually, "I could cook that stew for you, you know. That is if you want

me to."

"I'd love that," the girl said.

Herb followed her outside and found that she had a neat sports car. She drove a few blocks to a nice apartment house, and they went upstairs.

Herb prepared the stew, put it on the fire, and found the girl in the living room.

"By the way," the girl said, "my name's Penny."

Herb introduced himself. "That stew'll take another couple of hours," he said. "I guess I better go now."

"You don't have to," the girl said.

"Then I won't," Herb said. "What would you like to do?"

The girl looked him up and down. "I don't know. Any suggestions?"

"Well, depends on what you like," Herb said. "You like to fuck?"

"Yeah," the girl said, "but I'm really into multiple orgasms, and I find that most guys can't do me enough to give me more than three."

"What guys have you been doing it with?" Herb asked.

"Oh, just guys and a couple of profs over at State College. I'm a senior there."

"I can get you off six, seven times easy," Herb bragged.

"You think so?" Penny seemed interested.

"I know so," Herb said. "I was going with this twenty-nine-year-old woman, and I had her popping off like a machine gun."

"I bet you never even had a piece of ass," Penny said. "But I'm ready to call your bluff." She stood up, unsnapped her jeans, took them down and off, and peeled her bikini pants off a lovely pair of legs.

Herb stared in disbelief. Here was a twenty-two-year-old college girl taking her pants off for him to screw her! And she was real knockout too! Nice, almost flat belly, neat triangular bush, and she had stripped down for him to fuck her! Herb let his own pants drop, revealing a steadily growing hard-on.

"Not bad," the girl said, looking down at Herb's dick with interest. "Not bad at all."