Mark Carver - Aunt into bondage

"Coming!" Sherry cried triumphantly. "Faster, Jimmy! Want your come! Aaaaaaah! Oooooh, I love to fuck!"

Jimmy felt his control slipping beneath her wildly sucking cunt and he issued a long groan as his load erupted, spattering all over Sherry's pussy.

When he pulled out, Sherry was still moaning loudly and shimmying her hips to Laura's hot making tongue up her anus. Beginning to come herself, the brunette quickly dove her tongue deep in Sherry's trembling slit, obscenely licking up the salty come dripping along with Sherry's honeyed trickle. Laura jerked her hips furiously as she rammed three fingers into her own aching pussy, until the onslaught of thrills subsided into a throbbing glow.

She rolled over on her back, exhausted, groaning with bliss.

"More," Sherry panted, swinging her ass up in a plea. "Do it again, Jimmy. Let's all do it again."

"No," the librarian said firmly. She sat up, sighing, wiling her tongue around her mouth to relish Jimmy's and Sherry's come. It was getting late, she saw with an anxious glance at her clock… close to eleven. But if she untied Sherry now, still in her frenzy of lust, who knew what she might do?

She went to her bathroom and got a tranquilizer from her medicine cabinet. She ordered Sherry to take it, along with sips of wine, and after twenty minutes the perspiring blonde calmed down, beginning to yawn with drowsiness.

Laura untied her then, and tenderly dressed her, pawing to kiss her moist thighs and belly and softly curved tits. She still didn't trust the glazed look in Sherry's eyes, but the tranquilizer would hold her until morning, at least. And then? Laura put the fearful thought out of her mind with an effort.

Again, she warned them both on the need for absolute secrecy. Sherry nodded emphatically, but Jimmy's face reddened, which worried Laura.

"You haven't said a word?" Laura asked anxiously. "Not to anyone?"

"Hell, no," Jimmy mumbled, avoiding her eyes. "I wouldn't do that, Aunt Laura."

"If you do, I'm finished," she reminded him. "Sooner or later everyone knows everything in this damned town."

She kissed them both goodnight, Sherry with passionate kisses, but she avoided another definite date for an orgy, in spite of Sherry's pleas. Give them time to calm down for at least a few days, to absorb their wild new introduction to sex. Sherry moaned softly as Laura caressed her ass-cheeks lustfully in a farewell kiss.

When they were gone, Laura sank naked onto her bed with a glass of wine and a cigarette. A fabulous orgy, she decided with a sigh of fulfillment. Only a few days ago she was the up-tight, deeply frustrated town librarian and now her mouth and her pussy radiated happiness from both sexes. But how long could she keep it secret?

At the breakfast table the next morning, Carter Hawkins sent an nor colder chill up his daughter's spine than the morning before. He didn't look at her at all, not even when speaking to her. Sherry knew this was the mast ominous sign possible, and she wondered with a terrible stab of guilt if he suspected what was going on. She ate in total silence.

Her father pretended to read the paper, but his mind was on the report he'd received about Sherry last night. A client of his, a policeman, had followed Sherry when he was off duty last night. She'd been picked up by Jimmy Wilson and they'd gone to a house on the outskirts of town, where Jimmy and Sherry had stayed for three hours. Then Jimmy took her home.

He'd checked the house address and found it belonged to the town librarian, Laura Swenson. First she'd taken them to a filthy movie and then had them over at her house for three hours. A cold, nameless suspicion hung in Carter Hawkins' mind. Something very strange was definitely going on. He knew his daughter well enough to know she'd deny anything if he questioned her in his harsh way. When the time was ripe, he'd get the truth out of her.

One thing bothered him most of all, the cop had said that five minutes after Jimmy and Sherry arrived at her house, all the lights except the one in the bedroom went out. Now what would two children be doing in the librarian's bedroom with her for three bourn?

Without a word, he left the breakfast table and drove to his office. All morning long he dictated letters and made decisions on policies. At noon he told his secretary he would take a two-hour lunch. It was Wednesday, and Carter Hawkins did precisely the same thing at noon on every Wednesday.

He draw to an expensive apartment building two miles away, parked, rang a buzzer and took she elevator to the fourth floor. The door was a jar. He went in, put his briefcase on the sofa and took off his jacket.

"Is that you, Carter?" A tall, big-breasted blonde entered the living room from the bedroom. She was wearing a lacy pink bra, panties and high heels. Her sensuously curved body was stunning: high, proud tits, tiny waist and hash hips above long, tapered legs.

"It's me," he assured her. His prick, which had been smoldering the entire morning as it did every Wednesday, pounded in his pants. The blonde was perfect for his desires – the exact opposite of his sexless wife. Her lavish tits bounced as she walked, her huge nipples straining at the flimsy bra. Her ass rippled, milk-white and juicily curved, through her sheer panties. When men looked at her, they thought of only one thing.

She went over to Sherry's father and put her hand on his bulging crotch, groping skillfully. "Mmmmmmnnm, that's a goodie, Carter. Been saving it up for me all week?"

Coldly, the businessman put his hands on her soft shoulders and forced her on her knees before him. "Suck it," he said in a hoarse command. He gripped her head firmly in his hands as she unzipped his fly and brought out his pulsating cock, betting it in her hot fingers.

She opened her ripe mouth wide, and Carter shoved his prick in brutally. A cry of pain escaped from her as the swollen head battered against her throat. She earned her money with all of them, but with a bastard like Carter Hawkins, she earned it the hard way. Still, there were certain things he liked to do to her that she herself enjoyed tremendously. As she kneeled submissively before him, his fleshy rod pumping savagely in and out of her mouth, her eyes went to his briefcase with a strange mixture of fear and excitement.

"Harder!" he told her, panting as her burning lips began to suck feverishly, as thrills sparked in his balls and groin. His own wife wouldn't dream of doing this for him. Nor did his wife have anything that compared to the blonde's hot, massive tits and soft, huge ass. Aaaah, that ass, so creamy and vulnerable…

She was moaning painfully flow as he jerked his meat to a furious rhythm in her hotly sucking mouth. His hands cupped her blonde hair powerfully and he made lewd grunts as he fucked her relentlessly in her helpless mouth. She stroked the base of his prick rapidly in her soft fist, wanting to get this part over with quickly.

"Eat it!" Carter gasped, "eat my come!" His quivering cock exploded in her mouth and the blonde swallowed the spurting liquid frantically. Every Wednesday he gave her his entire week's come and this particular load seemed like it would never end, salty and burning, a flood that made her pg and whimper.

With a deep sigh, he pulled his limp rod from her mouth and released his painful grip on her head. His urgency was gone for the moment, and they could get down to business.

"Christ," the blonde sighed, standing up shakily. "One of these days I'll drown from your load. Doesn't your wife ever give you any?"

"My family is none of your business," he snapped. "You're nothing but a whore and don't forget it."

"Then in that case," she retorted, "pay me now, not afterward."

Contemptuously, he took fifty dollars from his wallet and flung it at her. The bills scattered over the carpet and he watched her get on her knees to pick them up, her ripe tits dangling, her lush ass wading a surge of blood in his deflated cock.