Robert Vickers - Peeping aunt

"Darn but you're so hot! Like a fuckin' blast furnace!"

"And you're big," she said, her quiet voice shuddering with emotion.

"Lemme give you a hint of how big I am!"

He began a slow, even-paced fucking. His hips came back, then he poised, his purpled glans resting just inside her pussy lips, before ramming once more into her belly. Over and over he gently fucked her, filling her with his mighty cock, stretching her impossibly tight hole until he wanted to scream.

If the sensations of having him ram into her from the back excited the boy, they were driving the blonde wild with lust. She desired his cock more than anything else in the world. Knowing his size was one thing, feeling that monster prick inside her was another.

He was pulling her apart every time he fucked into her twat. The walls of her softly folded pussy stretched to take his huge girth. Not only was he long, he was thick. She loved it, she loved every inch of his herculean prick.

When he came closer, his hairy thighs rubbed against her smooth butt. This prickly feeling turned her on as much as the stiff length of cock in her cunt, fucking her, pulling her apart, giving her one hell of a fine sexual thrill.

"Keep going, man, keep it up!" she cried.

"I'll keep it up as long as I can," he gasped. "But you make it hard, Goddamn hard!"

"I hope I make it hard," she said. "It would be insulting if I made it any other way until afterwards!"

He had nothing to say to that. He was totally wrapped up in the velvety clutch of her cunt. The slickened walls seemed to grip him softly, gently, yet with great love. It was an effort pulling out of her tight cunt every time he was completely buried.

But pull out he did. He had to if he wanted to fuck into her tight pussy again. Over and over, he slammed hard against her cushiony ass. He felt his balls wetly slap against her snatch. The sensations building up in his balls were like those of a boiler.

The slightest movement and he'd lose his wad. He'd blow it like he was some kid knocking off his first piece of ass.

Ass.

The word seared into his brain, electric.

He had started out to fuck the blonde's asshole.

And here he was, really getting off on taking her like a dog. Fucking her doggy-style was peat, but the thought of bugering her had been chewing away at the edges of his mind.

He suddenly decided this was great, but it would be even greater up her virgin asshole.

With a lewd smucking noise, he pulled free from her curd.

"Hey, what're you doing? I want…"

"You wanted me to greek you. And that's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna butt fuck you until you're begging me for more!"

"So do it!" she cried, obviously eager.

Lynn was watching as the boy took his well-greased prick in hand and began spreading those luscious asscheeks with it. Using his prick like a pole, probing into the depths of the humid canyon between the meaty slabs, he suddenly cried out, "There it is!"

"So fuck it, damn you!"

Lynn shivered. She'd never get used to such a lowly girl mouthing vile words like that. It went against everything she'd been taught was right, proper. Yet, she couldn't deny feeling a certain excitement building in her loins.

She was as anxious for the teenager to bugger the blonde as they were.

Watching something unique in her experience turned her on more than she would have suspected. She'd heard about all the different cultures, sure. But they were remote from her life. French culture and water sports and Greek culture.

She was watching a teenager with one of the hugest cocks she'd ever seen getting ready to bugger one of the loveliest young girls she'd ever spied on.

A thrill of ecstasy rippled through her body as she anticipated every move on their part.

"Yes, oh God, yes, there! That's it, my asshole! Cram it in, quick! Before I lose my mind!"

"So you really want me to fuck you up the ass, huh?" the boy said. His voice was husky with sex. It no longer mattered to him what the once glacial blonde wanted. He wanted to fuck her tightest passage.

That was all that counted.

He positioned his well-lubricated cock head against the puckered anus. With the heavy mountains of assflesh on each side of his dick, he knew the terrain well now. But the anal sphincter refused to open up for him.

Pressing a little harder, the tight-assed little muscle refused to yield. He knew better than to use the full force of his hips to ram all the way up her spine. With a cock like this, he could permanently injure her. That was the last thing he wanted to do.

The first was to get one hell of a buttfucking out of this one they both enjoyed the hell out of.

"Relax, babe, relax! I'm not that big!"

"But you are! It feels like a Goddamn telephone pole coming in back there." But she consciously tried to relax, to make her anus give up the fight.

He felt her efforts immediately. The little muscle expanded slightly. Not much, but enough. He pushed forward with a steady pressure and softly entered her asshole.

He gulped, then whimpered a little. It felt as if his cock was caught in a hangman's noose. The tight little "O" ring of her asshole was still reluctant to let any invader up her back passage.

He was greased with her cunt juices. That was what let him shove a bit farther up her rectum and take a bit of the pressure off his glans. Then, suddenly, the anus relaxed totally and he surged all the way up her ass.

He was completely surrounded by a glove-tight sheath of female flesh. And it wasn't merely fight, it was tight and fuming hot. Her insides seething like a lava pit. Sure he was going to be burned to a charred nubbin, he began puffing out.

As he did, the blonde squealed in joy. It had hurt as he raced up her back. She was sure he was tearing her delicate tissues from her body. But as he was retreating, the vacuum formed was incredibly erotic. It felt as if he were pulling her guts out with his piston of cock.

"Atta boy! Fuck my ass good!" she called.

Lynn, watching, could see the sheen of sweat on the boy's forehead. He was really strung out sexually, buttfucking the girl. She guessed what he might be going through. It had to be a tight fit up her shit chute. There wasn't the usual worn or reaming done there as up her cunt.

The woman was totally enraptured watching the buttfucking. It excited her as much as the two teenagers.

The guy had pulled almost all the way out. His long rod was suddenly cold, exposed to the night air. It had been in the warmest, tightest female cavity he'd ever found. And he wanted it back there as fast as he could get it there.

He slammed forward, his thighs pounding hard against her butt.

The impact was made all the harder because the blonde heaved her hips back to meet his forward thrust. She wanted him drilling as far up her rectum as he could get. The feel of that mighty prick spreading her apart inside was the biggest thrill she'd ever experienced.

Ever since she'd been turned on to sex, she found it was better than dope, booze or anything else. She needed sex like a junkie needed heroin. And her high was all the more satisfying.

"Fuck me harder! Harder, harder!" she demanded.

"Coming in like a freight train on the tracks!"

And he began fucking her upturned ass with all the pentup emotions in his young body. He was totally lost in the carnal sensations assaulting his body. His balls had tightened down into a sphere. The pressure cooker containing his jism was on high heat now. He was going to blast apart at any instant.

He didn't care. His cook was hot. He could feel the incredible friction between his prick and the walls of her asshole. The tight little anal muscle insisted on squeezing him to death.

With a low moan, he began spewing his spunk into her bowels. He couldn't believe the way her ass gripped him with an almost paralyzing intensity. But he wasn't complaining!