Victoria Parker - The youngest aunt

"Bobby… you're doin' it, huh? Shootin'?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he panted in ecstasy. His cock spit, spurt, and April watched in admiration and fascination, gobs of cock cream clinging to her sweet mouth and chin. Her hand kept thumping up and down on Bobby's massive prick, really giving him a slick hand-job.

"All in free!" came Darcy's voice from the kitchen.

"We have to go in," April said.

"Huh… okay, yeah, yeah," Bobby panted.

"Gee, Bobby, that was nice," April said. "Would you kiss and suck on me again sometime?"

"Damn right, suck and kiss your cunt."

"My cunt, yeah, again, huh?"

"You bet."

Bobby had his hankie out, wiping the cum from his cock. They got up and crept to the kitchen.

"Ronnie is it," Darcy said. "I tagged him with the flashlight."

"Okay, then we'll all go hide again," Prissy said.

She looked darling in a tight pair of red shorts and white T-shirt and white tennis shoes. Her hair was done in a long ponytail. Her sweet tits pushed deliciously at her shirt, and her ass was a ravishing sight in the hot tight shorts.

The lights went out. Bobby grabbed Prissy's hand and led her down the hall. He pulled her into the bathroom.

"He'll find us in here," Prissy said. She took Bobby's hand and led him back through the house to the kitchen. "In here, there's a pantry. He doesn't even know it's here, right off the side of this hall near the kitchen?"

She led Bobby into the pantry. He turned on an overhead bulb. Prissy locked the door.

"See, you can even lock the door. He'll never tag us here."

"I wanna show you somethin'," Bobby said.

"Yeah, what this time?"

"I wanna play with your butt."

"No, Bobby."

He had her pressed to him, his hand fanning her miraculous ass. "I wanna feel it," he whispered.

"Don't do that, Bobby."

He squeezed, cupped, caressed the cheeks of her ass, and he kissed her cherry-tasting lips, his tongue gliding into her mouth.

She broke the kiss as he fingered up her ass through the shorts.

"Now, stop!" she snapped.

"I wanna take your shorts down and see your butt."

"I'll take you to the mall and buy you anything you want."

"You will?"

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Just to see my butt?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay then," she said.

She unbuttoned her shorts at the side and slid them down to her knees, but they fell down around her ankles in a red ruffle. She stood in the white T-shirt and a pretty pair of yellow panties of thin nylon.

The panties fit her so tight and snug, pulling high on her ass.

She turned sideways so Bobby could see her that way, then turned and let him look at her as she stood with her back to him. He eyed her magnificent ass, the absolutely perfect curves, the tightness.

"You've got the best ass," he whispered.

"Yeah? Well, you were sure lookin' at April's butt in the kitchen," Prissy said.

She started to pull up her shorts, bending over, pulling at them.

"Don't! Let me see your butt with your panties down, too," Bobby said.

"You didn't say that."

"Come on," Bobby pleaded. "I said I'd buy you anything."

"Okay then – for a minute," Prissy said, tugging her pants down on her thigh, showing off her fabulous ass.

Bobby gasped. He fell to his knees and began raining kisses all over her smooth, firm ass cheeks.

"Bobby, stop that," she protested.

But he was into it, and he had his hands on her ass, clutching the tight cheeks, spreading them, and before Prissy could argue, his tongue was wagging wildly up and down her tight ass crack, up and down, lapping, slicking, slapping, wiggling, licking.

"Uh, uh, ah, Bobbbeeee, don't… come on, please donnnnohhhhhh!"

His tongue licked up and down the crack of her divine ass, really sending a wild sensation through Prissy, turning her on and thrilling her with new vibrations of lust.

Prissy reached out with both hands and grasped a shelf that was filled with various canned goods, all those cans staring her in the face, the smell of flour in the pantry, that hot tongue licking the crack of her virgin ass.

Bobby was so excited just giving her gorgeous ass a rim-job he got another hard-on, and his prick was still sticky with the cum that April had sucked out of it.

His tongue slicked up and down the juicy crack of her ass. He licked and lapped, his tongue hooking out, wide, long, pink and wet.

"You, oh… you shouldn't be doin' that, Bobby Madison!"

"Oh, but I am, and you like it, too," he panted hotly.

"You do such dirty things!"

"Mmmmm, mmmm, yummy," he mumbled.

"Oh, stop that!"

Then his tongue was twirling at her whole. "Oh… oh, ahhhh," Prissy moaned with delight.

His tongue swirled at the rim of her ass, wiggled like a wild feather. She clutched the shelf for balance. She was weak with excitement.

Bobby kept up the hot tongue-action on her asshole, really swirling and twirling. He clutched at her ass cheeks, spread them out wide, made wild tongue-fucking love to her asshole.

"You've got the best ass goin'," Bobby gulped. "I love your butt, Prissy."

"Your lickin' my butthole… oh, Bobby!" she chirped.

He reached around her with one hand and hooked a finger into her pussy and began fingerfucking her while he ate her asshole.

She panted and gasped with joy at the hot finger and the slobbering tongue that were giving her so much pleasure, and Bobby was hot, too. His cock was bulging in his jeans in delight at Prissy's Goddess teen ass.

He could feel her on the edge of climax. He shoved his tongue viciously up her asshole, fucked his finger in and out of her cunt, and undid his jeans.

Bobby spun her around suddenly. Prissy banged back against the shelves. She reached out and got her balance. Bobby stood up. She gasped at his massive prick wobbling at her. Bobby bent his knees, put his feet solidly apart, grasped his prick and rubbed the tip into her fuzzy pussy.

"No, I told you – no fucking," she said.

But his cockhead had slipped in her juicy, wet cunt, and he had penetrated a couple of inches. He shoved harder and gave her more cock.

"Ufff. Ah!" Prissy grunted. She looked down and watched saw how his cock was connected to her slippery pussy. She shuddered with satisfaction.

Bobby began a slow fuck-stroke, giving her a full four inches. She was able to take his cock without any trouble. His cock was rigid and hard like a pipe. It fucked in and out easily.

"Bobby, don't. It's dirty," Prissy huffed.

"It's beautiful. Fuckin' is beautiful," he answered, swinging, rocking back and forth, sawing his giant prick at her sweet cunt.

Prissy reached out and put her arms around his neck, held on, tucked her chin in and looked down at the fucking action.

"You mustn't do it!" she cried.

But he was. His cock was thick and lugged in and out, plugging the teen angel's tight cunt. Prissy's chin was still tucked in, her head down, watching the slide of his prick fucking her pussy. Four big inches in her, and the rest like a pipe between them. Bobby's cock was slick and wet with her cunt juice.

"You know darn well you shouldn't be doin' this to me, Bobby," Prissy whispered.

"I'm gonna fuck you," Bobby huffed confidently.

Prissy reached down and jerked his cock out of her cunt. Her hand kept humming on his prickstalk. Bobby slid his finger in her cunt. She jacked furiously on his prick.

"I said no fuckin'," she gasped.

"Oh, Prissy, I love you, damnit," Bobby said.

Prissy's hand was sweet and tight on his cockstalk, and she jerked in and out with an overhand grip. Bobby slugged two fingers into her slurping pussy. They jerked each other there in the pantry, and Bobby knew he was experiencing a rapturous wonder that he probably would remember the rest of his life. A solid satisfaction sizzled his entire body. He felt Prissy stiffen.