Mark Carver - Aunt into bondage

"You know, Jimmy," the big-breasted brunette murmured without looking at him, "this is a secret between us. What happened here. If you tell anyone, I could be in serious trouble."

Slowly, her wide luminous brown eyes turned to gaze into his and he flushed with shame at his thoughts.

"Sure, Aunt Laura. You know I wouldn't say anything."

"Tell me about Sherry," she said suddenly. "What's she like – sexually, I mean?"

Jimmy shrugged nervously. "She's okay, I guess. She's only a kid. Nothing like you. She just, sort of, you know, lies there and takes it. Like it's a favor."

"Inhibited," Laura said. "All she needs is turning on."

The phrase sounded strange coming from her, Jimmy thought. But then, what the hell, nothing was stranger than today. Jesus, what a blowjob! If only Sherry could do that.

Laura smoked in silence, aware that it was part of her dual personality. She never smoked in front of other people, and usually wrinkled her nose if they did. There were a lot of things she did only in private, like the thing in her dresser drawer. It was no comparison to a vivid, thrilling real cock like Jimmy's, but at times and with a luscious young creature like Sherry? Too much reading, not enough action, she thought wryly.

But Sherry Hawkins' father was on the Board of Trustees of the ton library. A stern character, but handsome in a grey, rugged way. He'd looked at her with interest before, veiled interest, but it was… obvious. Still, you could never be sure. Like herself, everyone had deep secrets.

Laura stretched her creamy naked body lasciviously, feeling wonderful, basking in the warm glow in her mouth and thighs. She debated with herself whether to try to persuade Jimmy to go down on her. No one ever had, but she'd read enough about it. Too much might not be good for the boy all at once. And then, Sherry's mouth was so soft and delicate, like a rosebud.

For the third time, Jimmy's swelling rod responded to the passionate librarian's lewd fingers. Christ, his own aunt and hotter than firecrackers! What a body, too. Juicy big tits, small waist, lush hips, long beautiful legs. Hard to believe it was his mother's sister. His mother was stringy, with a flat chest and a tight mouth.

"Was Sherry a virgin when you laid her?" Laura asked suddenly.

"Sure," Jimmy said proudly. "And it was only a month ago."

Too much repression, too much reading, thought Laura. Boys and girls, so beautiful together at that tender age. There was no living thrill, she'd tried once in an obscure French work, like holding an angelic young girl on your lap and jerking her off with a hot finger until she was sobbing and then diving your lips and tongue into tat sweet, fragrant pussy and feverishly lapping up the juices of beauty and youth.

And then to tie them down…

Dangerous, for certain. But so was going down on her nephew in her kitchen, and then proceeding to give her sister's handsome son the screw of his life in her bedroom. And the monstrous thing in her drawer, rammed cruelly up Sherry's deliciously cute thighs and ass, and hearing her cues of terror and joy…

At that moment, the town librarian felt like the wildest, horniest woman in the world. She'd only had sex three times in her life, up until today. And now, free at last, she would do anything to make up for lost time, to savor every thrill, and to hell with the risk.

"Do you know that French movie at the drive-in?" she suddenly asked Jimmy.

"Sure," he grinned. "Everyone in town is talking about it. Big deal."

"But everyone wants to see it, too," Laura reminded him. "And you can't get in without an adult. Your parents would never take you, would they, Jimmy?"

He laughed. The question was useless, as they both knew. Laura knew her sister's idea of passion was Saturday night only, probably with her teeth clenched.

"How would you like to go?" Laura pursued it. "You and Sherry. With me. Tomorrow night?"

"All right," Jimmy replied at once. It was supposed to be a very hot, arty movie. Hell, why not?

"You won't say a thing to your parents, of course," Laura warned him, gently stroking her fingers on his once-again surging young prick. "Not a word."

"Hel, no. But why take Sherry?" he asked, puzzled. "I mean, she'll just get in the way."

"No," Laura replied in a husky voice. "It may be an education for her."

I must be crazy, the librarian thought with a sigh. But it was the very idea of a public place, under the noses of the entire town, practically, that pushed her wild impulse. The mere idea of the risk made her heady with excitement.

But if she were going to get the eighteen-year-old angel helplessly spread-eagled on her bed with her delectable little ass and pussy quivering for the next terror or thrill, she would have to prime her first. Work up to it, to minimize the aftershock. Turn her luscious, softly curved body on like a dynamo.

Overripe, under-loved, and with far too much bottled-up passion for her own good, Laura leaned down and nudged her nephew's throbbing rod of flesh into her mouth with a deep moan.

Sherry was next on her list.

And her list was growing by the moment.

Sherry Hawkins passed her father in the hallway with a sweet smile. "Morning, Daddy."

His stem face relaxed for a minute, and he returned the smile. He was already dressed in a dark blue business suit, and looked exactly like what he was – a pillar of the community, a business leader, solid, reliable, in perfect athletic trim. There were some citizens who said it was morally uplifting to merely look at Carter Hawkins and his healthy, wholesome family.

"Good morning, Sherry." He patted her fondly on the head as she passed him.

Inside the bathroom, Sherry first locked the door, then took out the spay can of Lysol from the cupboard. Next, she slipped off her terry-cloth robe and from the pocket took a crudely wiled cigarette. She lit it and inhaled deeply and the heavy odor of marijuana tilled the bathroom. She held it in her lung as long as she could before exhaling, then quickly sprayed the bottom crack of the bathroom door, in case the musky odor seeped out into the hallway. Her father would kill her if he knew, but Daddy was so square he didn't know practically the whole high school was stoned most of the time.

Colombian, she thought, taking another deep drag, feeling a delicious floating sensation in her head. Jimmy always got dynamite pass, and the best trip was to get stoned and start petting, and then screw. But even though she'd secretly read enough books on the subject, Sherry still didn't know that an orgasm was. The blonde knew that whatever she felt when Jimmy plunged his big cock inside her, it certainly wasn't an orgasm. He was way too quick, for one thing. Ten strokes and barn! He would flood her tight pussy with burning cum and then collapse on her, heaving for breath.

And all she really felt was a sort of warm nice sensation, no lightning bolts, no real kicks, just a hot tingling trickle. There had to be more to it than that, or why did everyone make such a tremendous deal out of it?

Maybe that's all she'd ever feel, she thought dubiously. Sherry stepped in front of the full-length mirror and took a critical look at her naked body, flying to see it as Jimmy saw it. Her tits were still small, but perfect mounds with huge pink nipples. Underneath her small rounded belly was a thick golden tangle of curly pussy-hairs, surrounded by plump tawny thighs.

"Shit," Sherry muttered crossly, "I'm just a kid."

She tossed her long golden hair out of her face as she leaned down to turn the bathtub faucet on. With the water running, she stubbed out the joint to save half of it for later. For tonight, before the drive-in, because there was no way you could smoke grass in front of the town librarian. The whole deal sounded weird to Sherry, but Jimmy reassured her on the phone last night that it would be cool. After all, Ms. Swenson was Jimmy's aunt.