Mark Carver - Aunt into bondage

"I'm coming! Oh, shit, Miss Swenson! Oh, oh, my balls! Ooooo, I'm getting my nuts off! Shit!"

Quickly, Laura grabbed his balls in her hand, coaxing his ejaculation, and she gulped as much of his shuddering meat into her mouth as she could, feeling choked. His come began then, spurting in great gushes of salty waves. It stung the greedy brunette's throat and eagerly she swallowed again and again, dazed at the endless flood of semen, moaning in wonder as the boiling fountain spasmed for another solid minute.

It took her another two minutes to suck out every final drop, wriggling his softening meat in her fingers to milk it. With a gasp, she let his deflated cock slide out of her mouth.

"Wheeeeeew!" Eddie groaned, shaking his head. "What a way to go!"

Laura clung to his heavy rod like a prized possession. "Was that your first blow-job, Eddie?"

He gazed at her, shocked. The word sounded obscene anyway, but coming from the prim town librarian's lips, it was downright astonishing. And exciting.

"Yeah, it was," Eddie admitted. "Christ, I never knew getting your rocks off could be so wild."

"Then remember who gave it to you," Laura said. "Remember me, always."

Another notch on my tongue, she thought dryly, and another stab at immortality. Stroking and tonguing his immense rod of flesh and lifting it up to gaze at his big balls, she had him hard again in less than two minutes. But it wasn't necessary to lubricate herself. Her cunt had begun dripping profusely while she was devouring him, and curious shudder of anticipation throbbed in her loins.

For a moment she hesitated while she decided on the best position, the most exciting that would enable her to get every enormous inch of Eddie's hard-on in her tight pussy.

"Lay on your back," she told him. "I'm going to ride you at full gallop and hope I don't break my neck."

Puzzled, Eddie lay back so that his massive prick rose up in the air, vibrating. Laura straddled his flanks, facing him, sitting upright as though on a saddle with a gigantic round knob. She lifted her hips and guided the crimson head so that it barely brushed her trembling cuntlips. She tried coming down gently and cried out in surprise at the sharp pain. She tried again, grinding her wet outer flesh to moisten the tip of his meat, and then she laid down an inch.

"Good God!" she panted, shivering as the fiery knob pulsed inside her like a humming dynamo, sending spasms of thrills racing along her cunt. Slowly, the aroused brunette gyrated her pussy-lips on the head of his burning prick, jerking steadily on his shaft. She felt impaled on a red-hot poker and she hissed with wanton joy as she eased her gorged pussy down another inch.

"What a prick!" she moaned happily. Carefully, so as not to rip her tender cunt-flesh, she began to swing up and down on the colossal hot meat to a gentle rhythm.

"Feels great!" Eddie gasped beneath her still feeling awkward, he reached up and gripped her ripe tits in his hands eagerly. They were silky and luscious in his fingers, not at all like the budding mounds he occasionally got to grope in the back seat of a car. He didn't have to worry about coming at once this time since she'd sucked him off so frantically, so Eddie reveled in the velvety heat of her lush, tight cunt as it rode up and down on his cock. As long as she didn't speed up, he could stay with her.

"What a fuck you are, Eddie," the brunette panted feverishly as she swung harder and faster on his rod. The friction was so hot and intense Laura could feel her first orgasm gathering for its explosion. She began swinging her hips in circles, hissing and moaning as the giant cock-head gorged one side of her pussy, then the other.

"Must get every gorgeous inch – Ooooooo! – into the hilt! What a chunk of meat!"

Again Eddie was shocked. After all, the librarian was a lady. Everyone in town knew that. What Eddie couldn't know was that the cool brunette had practiced these lewd phrases countless times in her mind, as she lived out countless sex-fantasies over the long years. Now the words seemed perfectly natural to her as she deliriously fucked the schoolboy with the magnificently endowed prick.

Laura shuddered madly as her first orgasm shot through her bursting cunt, and she clawed at Eddie's flanks savagely with her nails. She jerked faster and more furiously on his throbbing cock, clenching her teeth in pain as she managed to ram another two inches inside her frenzied slit.

"Oh, you beautiful little bastard," she sobbed, slapping her ass up and down violently on his crotch in bliss. "Oh, you fucking bull! Eddie Mulrooney – Aaaaaagh! – you're literally too MUCH!"

The feverish librarian didn't know whether she'd managed to gorge her cunt to the hilt with his giant shaft, but she felt as though someone had shoved a blazing melon so far up her crevice it was in her stomach.

"C-coming!" she cried, "oh fuck! Oh mother! Oh Eddie!"

"Me too," Eddie groaned beneath her. Her bouncing tits were sweating freely in his hands, and the balled knot of come in his groin felt like a seething volcano. "Me too!"

Now Laura rode his hard rod to an intense fury, lunging sharply back and forth, then side to side, pounding his flanks with her fists to vent her exploding excitement. His flew knob battered brutally to the very recesses of her lush cunt, and when his liquid shot, Laura gritted her teeth to keep from screaming as the molten orgasm shattered her pussy.

It took her five minutes to subside, moaning while Eddie heaved for breath. Even with his cock soft, her writhing slit felt gorged.

"They may call you a schoolboy," Laura sighed as she slipped off his heavy rod, "but don't let them kid you, Eddie. You're a man."

Eddie glowed with pride as she dabbed his cock dry with a towel. She gave it a final tender kiss before he slipped on his pants.

At the doorway he paused. "Gee, thanks, Miss Swenson."

"You have got to be kidding, Eddie Mulrooney," she sighed. "Thank you."

Buzz came into the room for his turn, then Tommy followed. Sometime later the boys left and Laura felt safe for at least another day.

Carter Hawkins normally got to his office by nine-thirty each morning, but this morning he knew he would be late. His daughter Sherry usually left the house by nine-thirty, so he lingered reading his paper. Where she spent the lazy summer days and nights he didn't know but his suspicions were hardening rapidly. She seemed completely different the last few days – dreamy-eyed, swinging her plump young ass in a taunt as she walked, holding tong whispered conversations on the phone. Shocked, he once thought he heard the word cunt murmured, and if she was insulting another girl her lewd expression didn't show it.

When Sherry had left, he quickly went up to her mom. Carter knew she kept a diary. He began to search for it, beginning with the dresser, poking underneath folded panties and jeans. The first thing he found were two crudely rolled cigarettes. He sniffed them, his face growing red with anger. Then he put them in his pocket. Sherry's plump young ass would be very, very red tonight. If she smoked marijuana at eighteen, what else would she do?

The dresser yielded no other evidence. He looked under the mattress. Nothing. In a hope chest, and still nothing. But in the closet, beneath a folded blanket on the top shelf he found it – a thick, blue-bound five-year diary.

He glanced through the lint few pages. The entries were childishly scrawled, revealing nothing more than a profound yearning to have a 38-inch bust and be the mast popular girl in school. He started reading from the back, then. Carter Hawkins' normally cool gaze suddenly became horrified and his face turned chalk-white.

He sank onto the bed and began reading intently, his sharp face etched in utter disbelief. Occasionally his lips moved and he read aloud.