Robert Vickers - Peeping aunt

Far from it. This was the most spectacular lovemaking he had ever engaged in. His entire length burned with erotic fury. His balls were the center of a carnal heat that burned brightly throughout his body as he continued to fountain out his cum.

The instant the hot flood gushed into her asshole, the blonde screamed out in ecstasy. "YESSS! IUnggghhh! So great! Your cock, it… it's so biiiig!"

Then everything went to pieces around him. Arms turning to rubber, she collapsed forward and rested her forehead on her crossed arms. She was aware of nothing except the powerful strokes in and out of her ass and the add-like searing along all her nerves. Her spine arched and straightened in fraction to her orgasm.

This was everything she'd imagined it to be and more!

She felt the teenager's cock turn limp. With a tightening of her muscles, she squirted his prick from her anus.

"That was fine, man, really great! Just marvy!"

"Yeah," he gasped, unable to say anything else. It had been great. To just make it with Sheryle was a dream come true for him. The polar beauty of the girl was almost legendary around school as was her insatiable sex drive.

He'd not only done something with her she had never tried before, they had both gotten off in a big way on it. He was feeling like a really big-time stud.

Lynn watched in amazement as the two pumped wildly at each other, then collapsed, into sexual exhaustion. But she could tell by the heated look about the girl's eyes, the way her tits heaved up and down, that she wouldn't stay satisfied for lung. Even getting that incredibly long cock fucking her, she would want more soon.

The woman thought the buggering was absolutely depraved. But, again, there was a touch of envy in her. She tried to fight it down. It wasn't right that she should feel this way, yet she did. Lynn would have given anything to have traded places with Sheryle.

The teenaged couple just sat on the grass for a while, talking in voices too low for the woman to hear. She so wished she could hear what they were saying to each other.

What was it like to be fucked up the rear? Was it as exciting as it looked? Both the blonde girl and her boyfriend had obviously loved it. Depraved and perverted as it was, Lynn wanted to know every single thing about it.

Including what they were telling each other. They might be discussing the ways their bodies meshed and became one at the instant of orgasm.

Was there some electric-sexual flow between them that transcended mere fucking? Lynn's desire to know knew no bounds.

As she edged closer, she stumbled and tell.

An agonized grunt was all she heard. Hastening to her feet, she found a slightly drunken teenager already in front of her. He'd passed out and she had fallen over him in the dark.

"Hi, sweetie, how's it goin'?" he asked, sluring his words a little.

"Uh, fine, fine. Just going back in." Her mind raced but she couldn't think of the proper words to say to get rid of him. What would it take to get him to leave her alone? She mustn't be caught out here. Carey would know in an instant what she was doing.

He wouldn't turn her in to the police. But the shame of it, her own nephew knowing her secret! It was too much to bear. She had to get rid of this drunken boy as quickly as possible.

"Are you going back to the house?" she asked, hoping he was. If so, she could leave and he'd be none the wiser.

"Huh? Hell, no. I came out here lookin' for some fun. You willin' to have at it?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Wanna fuck? You know, my cock into your nice little pussy? Or are you partial to suckin' cock? I wouldn't mind that at all, you sucking on my prick a little."

Conflicting urges collided in Lynn's body. Her brain told her to run, to get away from her. But her body was giving her, an entirely different message. It was saying: Stay. Do what he wants. You'll enjoy it.

But to actually suck on his cock? The idea repulsed her totally. She couldn't possibly do anything like that.

"Look, I don't wanna make no fuss but if you're not gonna put out, I have to go back and tell all of 'em that you not playin' fair, you know?"

She didn't dare let the youth go back into the house and tell anyone she was out here. Right now he just thought she was another one of the party guests. That, all by itself, was a compliment.

Lynn was thirty-five ands looked much older. True, the teenager was drunk, but still he thought she was one of the gang. That she was just like the rest of the promiscuous whores who'd open their legs to any cock.

The conflict raged in her head. She couldn't let him go back to the house if he was going to broadcast her presence. But the alternative didn't appear too attractive to her.

Or did it?

Her body was reminding her of the emptiness between her legs. There was no denying the sexual desire running wild in her body, all stirred up by the sight of Sheryle getting her rear end properly fucked by a huge cock.

She was getting sticky in the snatch just thinking about that. And hadn't she wondered what it would be like having a big cock between her lips, to suck on a prick until it erupted its white goo?

"Well, baby, what's it gonna be?"

In way of answer, she dropped down to her knees in the shadow and reached out, her hands fumbling at his fly. She found the zipper already run down the track. Her agile fingers wormed inside his jockey shorts until she discovered the sleeping penis.

It felt like a limp worm. Something not quite right. But she could change that just like Sheryle had done with that monster cock when she was sucking and getting eaten out.

"Is this what you want me to suck on?" she asked.

"Hell, yes. What else is there?"

"Just checking. It's so… floppy. Can't you work a little and stiffen it up for me?"

"You can do it if you suck enough. Been drinkin' too much. Doin' all sorts of goofy things to my cock. Hardly kept it up at times when I had a few too many. But you can get it up for me, huh?"

She cradled his balls. It had been so long since she'd been this close to a man's cock and balls. She barely knew what to do, how to handle them.

Then instinct took over. She began kissing the limp prick. Gently at first, starting at the very tip of the small organ, she worked her way along its length until she could burrow her nose into his bush. There, she wiggled her nose. This seemed to please him, because he sighed and shifted his body closer to her.

"Yeah, baby, that's it. Lemme have all that mouth of yours you can spare."

She let her tongue slip out and around the base of his balls. The flesh seemed to tingle as she touched it. Tiny goosebumps appeared and rubbed rough and fine against her tongue. This excited her more than she would have thought possible.

She was actually turning this teenager on! Her, a thirty-five year old woman with little sexual experience was giving a hard-on to a stud who must have balled most of the chicks in his school.

This gave her heart. She used her tongue with greater efficiency then. She dragged it over his balls until she could feel them lurching in the tiny pouch of flesh. She continued massaging and playing with them until the sac contracted into a hard little sphere.

By this time, his cock was jerking erect. She started working from the base of his balls all the way to the glans. Her tongue didn't miss a single square inch of skin as she kissed and licked down the length.

When she got to the acorn-sized knob at the end of his prick, he was completely rigid. His cock pulsed slightly, dancing with the excited beat of his heart.

"You like it?" she asked.

"Goddamn right I do, baby. Your mouth is givin' me the fits! I can barely keep my cum in! Keep suckin'!"

She did.