Mark Carver: Aunt into bondage

"Give me your come!" she demanded. "Shoot it in me – hot cum! Oh, yes, yes, yes… Aaaaahhhhh!"

The flew liquid gushed deep into her squirting cunt, and Laura hefted his balls rapidly in her hand, team of release streaming down her cheeks. Even after his cock grew soft she jerked on it, making crooning sounds. Again, she wanted to do it all night, simply fuck to the point of unconscious exhaustion. The sighing brunette realized it would be a long, long time before she made up for all the lost orgasms over the years.

The foreign film was over and a second feature had started. They all dressed, and Laura drove them home in silence. But Sherry stayed cuddled close to her, like a lover, which brought a smile of triumph to Laura's lips. She let the blonde girl out a block from her house.

"Tomorrow night, my place," she told Sherry. "Eight o'clock. Jimmy will show you where it is."

She shivered as she gave Sherry a long, passionate kiss. Then the blonde gave Jimmy a brief kiss and headed down the street, her plump buttocks swaying.

"Weird night," Jimmy said as she drove him home. "I mean really weird, Aunt Laura. Hell, I didn't know you were like that."

"Like what?" she said dryly.

"I mean, Sherry, you know, that you like girls."

"No more than boys," she chuckled, reaching over to press her warm palm against his cock. "Did you have a good time, nephew?"

"Oh hell, yes," he grinned. "I can't wait till tomorrow night. You know, it really turned me on to see you do that to Sherry. I mean, I'm not jealous or anything, you know? It was so damn exciting."

"Wait till you see what's coming," Laura murmured, pulling over to the curb. He got out, waved, and she swung the car toward her own house.

An incredible night, she thought. Better than anything she'd expected, wilder than her silly fantasies. And so Goddamned dangerous, with kids that age. But it was more than worth it, worth all the dry, dull yearn. She felt certain Sherry would never spill a word of it, but she wasn't so sure about Jimmy. Boys were such vain little braggarts.

She rolled her tongue around her mouth as she drove, savoring the aftertaste of Sherry's sweet pussy. Poor girl, if she knew what was coming… there were thing Laura had to know after nil these years, had to try, or she'd die someday without ever knowing what it was like.

At home she took a long hot bath, but deliberately didn't brush her teeth. The taste of Sherry's hot little pussy in her mouth would be something delicious to wake up to.

In bed, she smoked a cigarette, sighing with the warm glow in her mouth and thighs, the glow of youthful cocks and pussies. Only one thing really bothered her – not so much the risk of Jimmy boasting everything to his pals, but Sherry's sensitivity. The girl had gone almost crazy tonight with pure ecstasy just from having been thoroughly eaten. What would happen after tomorrow night, with the ropes and the thing in the drawer, and the librarian's plans?

It was possible, Laura knew from extensive reading, that the beautiful little blonde could actually be unhinged mentally from the assault of violent, different thrills. Not likely, but certainly possible. That was just one more risk among many, and she couldn't stop now to save her life.

At the breakfast table the next morning Carter Hawkins fixed a stern penetrating gaze on his daughter, Sherry. She shifted uneasily under his stare as she ate her cereal. It was easy to tell when her father we upset, but she would never question why. When the moment came, he would announce it like a trumpet call of righteousness.

He went back to reading his paper and Sherry relaxed. Carter Hawkins knew Sherry had lied to him last night, but he wouldn't pursue the issue just yet, not until he could find out more. She'd said she'd been out with Jimmy, and he believed that. She'd said they'd gone to a movie and he believed that, too. But she said it was a Walt Disney movie at the Palace, downtown, and he knew that was a damned lie.

He knew it was a lie because the cashier at the drive-in was a client of his insurance agency. He'd called Carter last night to tell him his daughter had entered the drive-in with a boy and a woman – a strikingly attractive woman who looked like she might be the town librarian, Laura Swenson. The cashier thought, in view of the adult movie playing there, that Carter ought to know. Carter thanked him and promised to see if he could get a rate-reduction for him on his policy.

He sipped his coffee and glanced at his daughter. There was definitely something strange going on. Sherry seemed different, more lovely than usual, more womanly. He couldn't help noticing her plump curves ripening over the years, but overnight she seemed totally different.

The town librarian? That must be a mistake on the cashier's part. She was hardly strikingly attractive and definitely not the type to patronize filthy movies, much less bring two children with her.

The whole issue would bear checking out. And when Carter Hawkins checked something out, it was with the thoroughness of a dragnet.

Later that morning, the four boys sat on the lawn in front of the closed high school, passing around a joint. There was Jimmy and Eddie Mulrooney, whose colossal prick was the envy of every boy in town and the horror of mast girls, Tom Harris, whose sister Amy had the biggest tits in school, and Buzz Benson, who'd never been laid.

The talk always centered on two subjects, cars and girls, and how fast and fancy both were.

"Come on, out with it," Eddie said to Tom Harris. "You been balling your own sister, haven't you?"

"Maybe I am and maybe I ain't," Tom replied coolly, "but it's none of your fucking business."

"Is it true about the sugar?" Buzz asked Tom eagerly. "Does she really let guys lick it off her gorgeous tits? Everyone says that's all she'll let 'em do, that she won't ball anyone."

"She's a pricktease," Jimmy said with authority. "Hey," Eddie nudged Jimmy on the arm, "how's Sherry Hawkins in the sack? Man, I'll bet that hot little body drives you crazy."

Jimmy stared arrogantly at his fingernails. "She's all right. Nice little body, but she doesn't know beans about fucking." Jimmy hesitated, remembering his promise to his aunt. Bin the grass made him feel super-cool, and, after all, his reputation was at stake.

"Man, if you guys could have seen what I had last night, you wouldn't believe it. Talk about a hot lay – Jesus! I thought my cock would fall off. And you wouldn't believe the blow-job she gives after. Whew!"

They all leaned forward eagerly. "Who is it?" Eddie asked. "That nympho waitress at Danny's? She only screws truck drivers."

"Nope," Jimmy said, smirking. "This chick isn't a dog. She's beautiful. Most gorgeous body in the world, and a pussy like an electric socket. Plug it in and you'll never take it out."

"It's that dog who works as an usherette at the Palace," Eddie said with a sneer. He knew how to pt the name out of Jimmy. "You call that beast beautiful? She'll fuck anything on two legs, and maybe four."

"Not her," Jimmy retorted hotly. He leaned forward, lowering his voice. "If I tell you guys who it is, you promise never to mention a word to anyone?"

They all eagerly agreed, none of them intending to keep the promise.

"It's my aunt," Jimmy said proudly. "The librarian. What you guys see in the library is just the tip of the iceberg. If you could see her with her clothes off and her hair down, you'd all freak. Wow!"

There was a stunned silence, then mutters of disbelief.

"It's true," Jimmy said furiously. "She went down on me in her kitchen Sunday. Then we hit the sack and I fucked her three times in a row. I mean, shell never get enough."

For a moment, Jimmy was tempted to tell them about his aunt going down on Sherry and jacking them both off at the same time at the drive-in last night. But the idea that they might think she was a lesbian stopped him. She wasn't really. She just him, so he kept his mouth shut about Sherry.