Robert Vickers: Peeping aunt

His lips pursed around her tongue and he began to suck. She was startled for a moment and then decided to let him do what he would. He was, the expert. Maybe sexpert was the proper word. However it was, her nephew was the one who could teach her.

She'd led too sheltered a life. She'd missed out on too much of the finest that life had to offer. Time was ripe for fucking a little enjoyment and savoring it.

Her tongue was completely trapped in the boy's mouth. His lips held her in a firm grip and the suction he exerted was pulling blood into her tongue. It began to tingle with renewed life. When he started gently gnawing on her tongue, she thought she'd lose her mind.

The sensations were so intense, it was almost orgasmic.

"Hey, why don't you try out her ears? Bet they're really sensitive, too, lover boy," called out the watching girl.

Lynn was momentarily confused. It was she who should be watching, not participating. Everything was turned around on her. Then her nephew abandoned her tongue and started licking along the line of her jaw.

Before she could complain about the lack of attention to her mouth, he discovered her ear. That made up for the loss to her mouth. The way his tongue gently pressed into her flesh was nice but it was his hot breath that really sensitized her earlobe.

When he began nibbling gently, she felt tremors all through her that couldn't be denied. Just by licking and gnawing a little at her ear, he was able to reduce her to a quaking puddle of desire.

That kid was a real expert at sex!

"Like this, Aunt Lynn?" he whispered. "This is what I've always wanted to do. You're the sexiest woman I ever saw. I mean it. All the others an just kids. Not you. A mature body, mature needs. You can show me so much I want to know!"

He said it softly, so quietly only she could hear. And she believed every word of it. There was a sincerity in his voice that convinced her he wasn't lying. He couldn't be. Wasn't he making love to her, an old woman?

"Your body excites me," he continued. His tongue looped around the edge of her ear. When he drove his tongue, cock-hard, into her ear, she arched her back and moaned aloud. It felt so damned good!

"Your body excites me more than I can tell you. I must show you. There's no way I can do anything else. You're turning me on too much."

His mouths slipped down the hollow under her ear and be licked his way to the hollow of her throat. All the way she felt his wet tongue softly comforting her, letting her know he meant every word of what he said.

From the throat, he kissed his way down to the base of one of her tits. His hot breath gusted out like a blast furnace door opening. She felt him panting as he worked into the deep canyon between her tit. His mouth tried to find something to hang on to and failed. She was still firm of breast; there wasn't much sag.

She wasn't that old a woman!

His tongue did yeoman's work then. He completely circled the base of her left boob and began spiraling upwards. His tongue hit every single spot on its erotic, way to the tip. At the crest of that sexy mound of titflesh, he pounded on the now-erect nipple.

The red finger was pointing straight up at the ceiling. He didn't hesitate taking it into his mouth and sucking hard on it. A shock raced into her chest as she felt his tongue spinning like a berserk tornado around that nubbin of flesh.

The tiny marble of erectile tissue was ultra sensitive. And he was giving it a lesson in arousal. Everything he did was designed to provoke her greatest response. His tongue dragged back and forth over the nipple. His mouth sucked hard. His teeth gently nipped.

He reduced her to a pile of sexual desire and nothing more.

She moaned out, her voice quaking, "Fuck me, oh sweet God, I need your hard cock in me. Do it now, now damnit!"

A wet plop signaled the momentary departure of his mouth from the mushroom-capped boob as he said, "Anything you say, dearest aunt, of mine. This is what I've wanted for longer than you could believe!"

And she understood this, too, was the truth. Everything he was telling her was the absolute truth. He wanted her sexually. Driving his prick up her snatch was all he wanted out of life. His goal was fucking her.

She believe with the faith of a convert.

His body pressed heavily against hers. His arms curled under her armpits and gripped firmly at the tops of her shoulders. Without being told, her legs wantonly opened for him.

Her snatch was burning. It was a forest fire raging out of control. She had to have the sweet jism of his cock to put out that blaze.

"Fuck me, ummm, yes, yes!"

The tip of his prick brushed lightly against her sex lips. A convulsive shudder rippled through her. This was the most incredible experience she could ever remember. It was nothing like the other times she'd made love with a man had a man make love to her.

The teenager actually cared. He respected her. He wanted her to get off on the fucking as much as he did. She knew it. When the tip of his prick parted her labia and plunged deeper up her cunt, she shivered as if with a chill.

It went deep, all the way up her cunt then. His cock had hesitated for only a moment as if testing the temperature of the pool. Her fuck fluids were lubricating her snatch so there was no friction on his drive into her. But she could feel him inside her twat.

Oh, how she could feel him!

He had used, the leverage provided by the grip on her shoulders to pull himself fully into her cunt. The power of that first stroke took him to the limits of his length. His balls wetly slapped against her upturned ass.

And she loved it!

It was incredible. Never before had the feel of a man's cock in her quint made her so thrilled, so delighted, left her wanting more! It was a wondrous new experience for her.

He began retreating from his position. For a moment, fear surged in her. Did he find her unattractive? Was this why he refused to stay inside her twat?

Then his quiet, reassuring words whispered hotly in her ear, "I can't control myself, dear aunt. I had… to fuck you now. I just can't hold back any more!"

And he slammed hard into her again. Their crotches wetly ground together and then he was sliding out of her cunt again. She tried to hold him in. Her muscles contracted and her pussy walls gripped with velvet strength.

In the end, it was her own inner oil that betrayed her. She couldn't hold him in against the powerful fucking action of his hips. He was too slippery; he could slide right out of her.

But that was all right as long as he came back. And he did again and again. Each time he fucked her with more power, more speed. Soon, his hips were flying back and forth.

The friction burned wildly out of control all along the soft folds of her pussy. Never bad she felt like this. Masturbating got her off. It was a powerful feeling. But nothing as potent as this.

She was only dimly aware that she was experiencing sex at its best. Her nephew was giving it to her all in one big lesson. He was going to set off her orgasm with his huge cock.

When the powerful grip convulsed her muscles and arched her back off the floor, she was last in a wonderland. Everything seemed brighter, better, more potent. She explored the wonderful feelings rampaging throughout her body. This was climax, this was the mysterious big "O" everyone whispered about.

She came.

As she drifted down from her fist real orgasm, she felt the steely length of prick still corkscrewing into her cunt. He had changed his angle of entry into her juicy twat. Twisting around, he was able to enter her from a totally different direction.

This set her off again.

Her ass left the floor and she began humping up to meet his every inward thrust. She wanted to take as much of him into her body as possible. Getting greedy, she wished for nothing more than a lifetime of this rigid prick slamming hard up her cunt. It was so good she didn't understand why she hadn't gone out looking for this earlier. The wasted years of her life were to be regretted, nothing more.