Jerry Milner - Depraved aunt

It was already all wet with her saliva and with his preseminal oozings and that only made Ellen want more. She circled his cockshaft with her hand and began rapidly beating him off while she sucked on the knob of his cock, swirling her tongue all about it and forcing him on to an orgasm.

"Rrrgh!"

She could feel his exclamation of gut pleasure through her cunt more than she could hear it, and she could feel it all through her body. He was suddenly bucking and thrashing under her, arching upward with his fine young naked body, while torrents of fresh young jism erupted from out of his cock.

She sucked it and swallowed it up just as fast as it came, then took her mouth from his cock to pant for more breath and to watch the pearly white jism spurt up against her face. It kissed her nose and her lips and she licked the sweet stuff off her lips before returning to suck on his cock. Its shaft was jerking and throbbing in her hand. Its knob was swelling up with each of his hot ejaculations. His body kept arching up under her in his frenzied ecstasies, and all through it he kept faithfully eating her cunt. Ellen was more inspired than exhausted when she'd sucked his cock dry and his naked body was lying limp under hers.

Ellen sat up beside him and looked at him while she caught her breath, he looked unconscious, sprawled out on her deep red rug and still breathing fast. His cock was still up, but that was slowly deflating now, and still he was absolutely beautiful. She hadn't quite consumed him completely with her cocksucking, but she wasn't done with him yet.

Ellen kicked Jim and said, "Don't go to sleep on me."

"Huh?" He got up on one elbow. "I didn't know anybody could… I never knew I could cum so."

"You've got so much to learn." Ellen hadn't known he could cum that much. It had almost choked her, and even now it rifled her belly with a glowing, spreading warmth that was inure demanding than satisfying.

Jim lay on the floor looking up at his aunt. On this occasion, she still looked amazingly sexy and beautiful, even though he had just cum at hard that he knew he couldn't get another baton for days. And he knew he'd be back there whenever he could from then on, because he was totally, helplessly in love with her, even as old as she was.

"You'd better go out to the car and bring in those flowers before they wilt," said Ellen. "I'll pay you for them before you go. And there's a package in the glove box. Bring that in, too."

Jim quickly dressed and went to do as she told him. He felt everyone in the neighborhood was peering at him from their windows, and that each one of those neighbors knew exactly what he was doing with his wickedly wonderful aunt.

When he was through unloading her car, she said, "Now take off all your clothes again. You are not to wear anything at all whenever we're alone in this house. Is that clear?"

Jim said, "I thought all your women friends were coming over."

"I'll probably send you home before they get here. If some of them get here early, I'm sure they'll enjoy meeting you. Most of the women I know like to look at naked boys. Don't stand there staring at me like that. Take off those clothes and arrange the flowers around the room. You'll find vases in the kitchen. If you do it very nicely, I might let you meet every one of my friends in the bedroom. Some of my friends are extremely beautiful women. Some are not, but each one of them could show you a little more about eating cunt. Well? Take off your clothes and get busy!"

Jim flew into action. Ellen watched him as she reclined on the couch. She wasn't having any friends over. She wasn't about to share him with anyone. She just wanted to tease him and keep his adolescent brain filled with thoughts of sex, whether those thoughts were frightening or not. From the worried look on his face, he was certainly frightened. She let him stew while she rested on the couch, removing the facial massager she'd purchased that morning in a downtown porno shop and letting it lay in her lap. She was enjoying herself immensely, watching his cock and balls bob about as he moved from kitchen to living room, seeing his sweet virginal buttocks jiggle past her, and observing the expression of deep concern on his face.

Jim wondered how many friends his Aunt Ellen had. Some of them might be old and fat. Some of them might be young and stunningly beautiful. He might have to kiss the cunts of every one of them. They'd have to force him to do it. They'd have to take turns holding him down while each of them took her turn sitting down on his face. At least that was how it would start out. But he was a cunt-hound, he loved to eat cunt, and before very long he'd be up on his knees and eagerly waiting to see the next one through the door. He had to get out of there. He didn't want to be turned into a complete, helpless cunt addict. But how could he think of leaving when his Aunt Ellen, the woman he loved, was sitting there so beautiful so nearly naked? He almost wished she hadn't sucked him off so well, because if he could get a hardon now, she might let him fuck her again.

It felt entirely weird to be naked in front of his aunt, even though she was all but ignoring him. It would be a thousand times worse in front of all those women he didn't even know. Jim went as fast as he could, placing vases of flowers every place in the room, then anxiously turned to his aunt and asked if he could leave and come back the next day.

"You may go soon enough. First bring me my hairbrush and the jar of cold cream from my vanity table."

Jim hurried to do her bidding. He stood before her, anxiously looking at his clothing strewn about by the door while she brushed out her glossy black hair. And he looked at her big, naked tits rising and falling with the movements of her arm.

When she was done with her hair, Ellen pointed at her lap and said, "Lie down here now."

"What for?"

"To get your spanking for not coming over or even calling as you should have. Lie down."

"Aunt Ellen! Not even my dad spanks me."

"And I've never spanked my daughter, Carole, and if I had, she probably wouldn't have run off with that ridiculous magazine subscription company like she did. Lie down and get what's coming to you!" she said, and reached out and grabbed his wrist and yanked him down across hex lap.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Splat! The sound of the back of the hairbrush smacking hard against naked asscheeks was loud in the room.

Jim was determined not to utter a sound. The impacts of the hairbrush were more shocking than painful. Ellen was equally determined to see if it was possible to sexually arouse a person, as she had read, by administering corporal punishment. Already she was feeling some excitement rising in herself from watching her nephew's buttocks turn rosy, and from feeling his naked loins squirming against her naked thighs.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Jim was feeling the pain of it now. His buttocks and the backs of his thighs were smarting very sharply, and each new impact of the hairbrush made him flinch and grunt. Ellen was biting him harder, and thoroughly enjoying the way his soft cock and balls were being driven into the warm crevice between her thighs.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

Jim's backside felt on fire, and he could feel the cruel blows of the brush from his toes to the roots of his hair. His grunts changed to moans, and then he was sobbing and saying, "I'll be good! I'm sorry, Aunt Ellen! I'll never do it again!" She continued with the spanking till his plump buttocks were the color of a fiery sunset, and she was panting when at last she set the hairbrush aside.

Jim was panting, too, and writhing on his aunt's lap. He had passed through the point of being angry at Ellen for spanking him and was now only grateful that she'd stopped. His butt was so sore that the cold cream felt hot when she put it on him there.