Tied Up Auntie

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"God yes! Fuck me hard!" the naked woman begged. The carpet was
rough under her elbows and knees. To either side the stacks of books
loomed over her like guardians, seeming to look down in disapproval on
this lewd intrusion on their quiet sanctum. "Ram that big fat cock all
the way to my tonsils!"
Kneeling behind her, the tall, well-built young man shook blond
hair out of his eyes and gazed down at the perfectly matched demiglobes
of her ass, divided neatly by the massive pillar of cock he was driving
into her pussy from behind. His prick was smeared with aromatic juices.
His vigorous fucking made a rhythmic sound as the cock pistoned in and
out of the seething pussy.
The woman's whole body undulated as she fucked the youth back with
all her skill and passion. Those achingly lovely white buttocks surged
and rolled around the endless cock as it rammed home. Her pussy sucked
noisily on the prick as it pulled out.
The youth's clutching fingers made deep depressions in the flawless
skin of her ass. With every lunging stroke his dangling balls smacked
wetly into the midst of her gaping, cock-gorged pussy lips. Her cunt
felt like a combination of a hot, wet vacuum cleaner and a roller-
coaster ride on his cock.
A thin film of sweat sheened their naked bodies. The musty air of
the library was thick with the smell of aroused and greedy cunt. The
huffing and puffing of erotic exertions rang around the structural
members of the ceiling.
"That's it," the woman choked out as the cock slammed deep into her
cunt. "Just keep it up like that, big boy. I'm going to come at ...
any ... minute -- ahh!"
"That's good," grunted the fair-haired youth. He slid his palms
over the satiny smoothness of that churning ass. "I can't hold out much
longer myself!"
The woman barely heard him. Intolerable pressure was building up
in her pussy. Pressure that could only be let off in one way.
Desperate to prolong the sweet ecstasy of fucking, the woman tried to
fight back her climax, but it was too much, she had to -
"EEEEEEYYYYAAAAHHHH!" she shrieked. The very walls seemed to
tremble with the enormity of it -- screaming, in the halls of a library!
"I'm COOOOMMMMMiiinnnggg!"
For the young man it was as if his cock had suddenly taken on a
life of his own. The hungry prick seemed to drag his hips back and
forth as the steaming cauldron of the woman's cunt boiled over with
orgasm. The intensity of her climax shook him like a giant hand.
Then her pussy clamped down on his huge, thrusting prick. "Woof!"
he exclaimed, and spewed come like a firehouse into the furthest regions
of her snatch.
She tossed her head from side to side, moaning low in her throat,
her short auburn hair whipping her cheeks. She was complete. Her body
and soul were thrilling to a thunderous orgasm. A giant cock was
ramrodding her cunt from behind, and better, was pumping her pussy full
of rich, warm come. It had been so long, so long.
"Miss?"
So long since she had known the irresistible, domineering urgency
of a rigid male cock coming in her pussy.
"Miss?" The voice was tentative, but tinged with impatience.
"Don't talk," the woman moaned, "just keep fucking me!"
"I beg your pardon?"
Jacqueline Hyde snapped her eyes opened. A pimply-faced teenager
stood peering across the book checkout desk at her. His face was dead
pale and his eyes were big as duck eggs. The librarian felt herself
blushing.
"Umm, uh -- I said, keep trucking, Lee. Just a friendly greeting."
She adjusted her round-framed glasses, feeling like a total idiot. "May
I help you?"
Wordlessly, the boy shoved a pile of books at her.
Jacqui bit her lip as she watched the narrow-shouldered figure beat
a hasty retreat, clutching his bundle of books. You almost blew it that
time, baby, she told herself.
Almost of its own accord, her ass wiggled in the seat of her swivel
chair. Her long, slender thighs were pressed tightly together. The hot
smell of nylons soaked with pungent pussy sauce was thick in her
nostrils. How could the kid have failed to recognize the unmistakable
odor of aroused cunt?
Then Jacqui thought about what the kid looked like. No, of course
he wouldn't recognize it. Looking like that, he'd never have smelled an
aroused pussy!
Her thighs squirmed together. Dammit, she was still turned on!
She looked around. It was late afternoon, and the library was
deserted. She cupped her full, ripe tits in her hand. She could feel
the straining hardness of her nipples, even through her blouse and
brassiere. She was still horny as hell from her graphic fantasy -- she
could still feel that gigantic cock driving into her!
She'd been too long without a man. It was six months since her
divorce and over six months since she'd last gotten fucked. She dropped
her hands to her lap. Slowly, her fingers inched their way down till
they covered the moist mound of her pussy.
A soft groan of pleasure rose unbidden in her throat as she began
to massage the soft mound of her cunt. She was going to have to be more
careful about when she fantasized. If that kid hadn't been a na ve
schmuck, and sexually insecure into the bargain, the jig would be up
right now.
She'd also have to watch out what she fantasized as well. That had
been no imaginary lover, kneeling on the carpet of the Robert V.
Woodward Memorial Library, fucking his big cock in and out of her like a
horny stallion.
It was her nephew Martin!
Martin, big, powerful sexy Martin. Hard to believe he had only
just turned seventeen. With his professor father and mother -- Jacqui's
sister -- on a year's sabbatical in Athens studying Greek culture, he
and Jacqui has been alone together in that big house for two months.
And in that time Jacqui Hyde had become painfully aware of just what a
desirable stud her teenaged nephew was.
Her head jerked back. Her eyes turned glassy. Unnnh." She moaned.
There was a brief, sharp spasming in her cunt, and then her body
relaxed.
She'd brought herself off. But big deal! Her orgasm had been just
a brief twinge, a mere release of sexual tension. Not the grand
outburst of ecstasy it should have been.
Something was very wrong. And it would take a real man to set it
right again!

* * *

At first Jacqui thought she had the sprawling suburban house to
herself. Then she heard voices echoing up the stairs from the basement.
Downstairs was the rec room and a surprisingly well-equipped gym.
Martin must have some of his friends down there shooting pool. She
walked to the door and opened it, to call down a greeting so the boy
wouldn't worry when he heard movement upstairs.
"Oh, wow!" a girl's voice floated clearly up to the woman's
startled ears, "What a cock! I just can't get over it -- let me at it!"
She heard a guttural grunt from her nephew.
Heart thudding, Jacqui kicked off her shoes. Then in nyloned feet
she crept quietly down the stairs. Her joints somehow felt weak and
watery, and there was a tightness in the base of her throat. She had to
lean against one wall for support.
She reached the bottom of the stairs. Cautiously, she peered out
around the end of the stairwell.
Her nephew wasn't playing pool, but he was plying his cue all
right. He stood, naked but for a red muscle shirt stretched over his
broad chest, beside the flat green table. On her knees before him was a
black-haired girl in a cheerleader's costume. He was fucking his rigid
prick in and out between her full moist lips.
His prick was every bit as huge as Jacqui had imagined it!
"That feels nice," the boy murmured, tangling his hand in the
gleaming wealth of raven hair at his waist. "But I've got an even
better idea!"
He tugged upward on the black hair. The girl gave a little squeal
around his prick, fully half of which was thrust into her face, forcing
her jaws far apart and making her round cheeks pooch out like a
chipmunk's. Then she started to climb to her feet. Stubbornly, she
kept her oral hold of the big cock. Wetly it slid out of her sucking
mouth, till at least it popped free. It sprang up, flicking the girl's
own saliva into her face.
"Why'd you do that?" the girl asked, straightening. Her full young
boobs were heaving with passion under her white sweater. "I was just
getting into it!"
So was I, baby," Martin assured her. "But like I said, I got a
better idea."
He put his hands around her narrow waist and lifted. She was a
head shorted than he was, but was voluptuously built for a girl her age,
plush-hipped, big-titted, with a round saucy ass only just concealed by
the hem of her red skirt. In spite of this, Martin lifted her as if she
were no heavier than a child. He sat her on the edge of the pool table.
One hand reached for a ripe tit as the other slid up a satin thigh
into the abbreviated skirt. "Ooh," the girl moaned as Martin began to
caress her jug and pussy mound simultaneously. "That's a good idea!"
"I haven't even started yet," Martin murmured. He let go of the
tit. He took hold of the lower edge of the cheerleader's blouse and
began to roll it upward, exposing an expanse of the girl's pale belly.
The other hand was kneading the squirmy pussy lips through the thin
material of her panties. His hard cock burned like a beacon between the
cheerleader's parted thighs.
Unseen in the stairwell, Jacqui Hyde gazed in awe as her nephew
tugged the blouse up over the brunette's tits. They were incredible! A
wealth of snowy titflesh was barely restrained by a lacy white nothing
of a bra. The nipples, seen through the gauzy bra, were big cherry-
sized nubbins in palm-sized patches of aureole, so dark they were almost
purple -- a sharp contrast to the pink-tinged pallor of her cantaloupe-
like jugs.
With a coo like a horny dove the cheerleader took over from Martin,
whipping her blouse the rest of the way off and flinging it in a corner,
where it draped over an exercise cycle's handlebars. With his free hand
the muscular youth began to maul a giant boob, as the girl reached back
with feverish fingers to undo the bra's clasp. The bra came away, and
the brunette's tits bounced free.
Martin gave a low cry of delight and buried his face between the
girl's boobs, licking and gnawing the toothsome titflesh. "Ooooh!" the
girl exclaimed, and crushed his blond head to her jugs. She rocked her
hips back to allow the ragingly horny youth to yank her panties from her
rounded ass.
Martin Reinhard was surrounded by resilient walls of tit. The
brunette's boobs had a slightly salty, slightly sweet taste the youth
found more maddening than any perfume. And the smell of raw cunt from
where he was stroking one finger over the sensitive lips of her pussy
was pure delight to his nostrils.
He nibbled his way to the crest of the wiggling girl's boob.
Rather than nip daintily at her inflated nipple, he spread his jaws wide
and sucked the tip of the tit, aureole, fat nipple, and all, into his
hungry mouth. The girl moaned with delight and stroked his head.
"Oh yes!" she trilled. "Suck my titty! And, ahhhhh, your finger
feels so good going into my cunt! Fuck me with your finger, big boy!
Get your knuckles wet!"
Loud squelching sounds told Jacqui that the girl was getting her
wish!
She leaned back against the wall of the stairwell, out of sight of
the passionate teenagers. Her breath was coming faster. Her heart
pounded as if she'd just run a quarter mile. What a spectacle!
She recognized the black-haired buxom girl, now. Her name was Anne
Roxbury, and she was in Martin's class at Walter Williams Jr. Memorial
High School. She'd been around once or twice before that Jacqui knew
of. She was a polite and intelligent-seeming girl, from the few times
Jacqui had talked to her. Of course, she was showing a side of herself
that the lithe and youthfully lovely librarian hadn't suspected she
possessed.
But then again, so was Martin!
"You're biting my nipple! Hey, that hurts -- but it hurts so
goooood! Keep chewing my tit, keep fucking my pussy with your finger --
don't ever stop!" Jacqui was aware of a new feeling, deep inside. A
feeling of jealousy. Why was this little teenybopper getting something
she had been denied for so long? The feelings of passion, that had
almost caused her to humiliate herself that afternoon, returned in
force. The odor of her own hungrily-watering twat added to the tang of
the cheerleader's cunt sauce, being spattered all over the rec room by
Martin's probing middle finger!
The tall youth began pushing the girlfriend back and down onto the
green top of the pool table. Her blue eyes glittered with anticipation
and horniness. "That's right!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me now with
that great big lovely cock!"
"Un-huh." Martin shook his head. Slim fingers clawed into talons
as he wagged the orally-entrapped nipple from side to side. He lifted
his head. His mouth and Anne's tit were liberally smeared with saliva.
"I've got something new in mind!"
The girl's eyes widened as he climbed up on the table, straddling
her waist. His cock grew like a tree out of the tangled undergrowth of
his pubic bush. And what a cock it was! Nine inches long and
proportionally thick, with veins twining like snakes along it, and a
broad scarlet head that seemed to radiate lustful heat. Anne caught her
breath and stared as Martin took hold of his cumbersome prick and bent
down to aim right at his face.
He scooted forward, his balls dragging over the plane of the girl's
belly. Anne's eyes stayed fixed on the head of that might cock. A tiny
drop of clear preseminal fluid glistened in the tiny cleft in the tip of
the prick.
"What are you doing?" Her voice was hoarse with eagerness.
Martin bent down till the underside of his stiff prick was pressed
between the pillowy mountains of her jugs. Letting go of his cock, he
slid his sweaty palmed hands around to the outside of her gorgeous tits.
He pressed the boobs inward -- trapping the turgid cock between them!
He moved his hips experimentally forward. The action fucked his
cock an inch into the hot, dry tunnel formed by the two large jugs. It
felt good. He fucked a little bit deeper and sighed with satisfaction.
"My tits!" the girl exclaimed in surprised delight. "You're going
to fuck my tits!"
"Very perceptive," Martin grunted. He pulled his cock back from
between the girl's boobs. It seemed to vibrate with eagerness to be
plunged back into the narrow passage through those mountainous jugs.
Like a bar of heated iron the big prick surged between Anne's tits.
The ultrasensitive tit-flesh thrilled to the delicious friction of the
hard-driving cock. Martin laid his thumbs atop the boobs and began
diddling the nipples as he fucked.
"Ohhh, that's nice!" Anne moaned. She looked down past her nose.
The flaring head of Martin's cock thrust at her face as he shoved his
hips forward. Then it disappeared back into the softness of her jugs as
he pulled away. Back and forth his cock sawed, thrilling her tits with
every powerful stroke.
The young man felt Anne's hands close over him. He looked into her
lust-bright eyes. Taking his hands from her boobs, he slipped them
behind her neck, lacing the fingers to support the black-haired head.
Now it was Ann who was squeezing and molding her boobs around
Martin's hard-driving cock. With him holding up her head, she could
watch every exciting thrust of that swollen prick. Then she realized
she was in a position to do something more rewarding than just watch.
With the next forward surge of Martin's prick, she opened her
berry-red mouth and let the cockhead slip inside. She shut her teeth
behind the hood of the flaring prick-head, trapping his cock for a
dazzling moment while her tongue laved over its burning tip.
After an eternal instant, she let the prick go. Immediately it
retreated in the dank hollow between the girl's plentiful jugs. "Hot
damn," Martin breathed.
"Like it?" Anne asked archly, eyeing her boobs hungrily, waiting
for the young man's cock to drive forward again. She was writhing
beneath Martin in a fever of passion. The fucking his cock was giving
them, and the delicious manipulations of her own hands, had her hot and
horny as hell!
She didn't have to wait long. Martin rammed his prick hard up the
channel of yielding titflesh. Unerringly the prick arrowed into the
girl's mouth. She wrapped her lips fervently around it and sucked.
Martin moaned! His crotch was pressed right up against the
undersides of his girlfriend's plentiful jugs. His cock was imprisoned
delightfully between them -- while her skilled and eager mouth went to
work on its enflamed cockhead! "Get ready, baby," he told the girl.
"I'm going to come off at any minute!"
Without warning Anne released his cock. It glistened wetly with
her spit. "Anytime, lover!" she gasped. "Just fuck my titties hard, so
I can get off too!"
Martin obeyed. Jacqui stared in unabashed amazement at the fucking
her nephew dealt the cheerleader's ample tits. What power! What
furious passion! At every forward stroke his cockhead popped like a
ripe fruit into Anne's eagerly -- awaiting mouth. Every time he pulled
back Anne practically sobbed with excitement and crushed her boobs
around the spit-soaked prick.
Sexual energy seemed to radiate from the young pair. Jacqui felt
it herself. Oh, how she felt it! It wasn't just her months of
abstinence that made her pant with passion as she slipped a hand into
her panties and began to finger-fuck herself with shaking hands. It was
as if some of the incredible sensual pleasure that had the young
cheerleader wiggling in its grip was being transmitted somehow to her
own neglected body.
Martin had never before felt anything to compare with the treat his
prick was getting now. Those warm, pliant mounds of tit, being rolled
so expertly around and around his thrusting cock, combined with the
teasing liquid touch of Anne's lips and tongue to send him totally out
of his mind!
The black-haired beauty, her cheerleader's skirt up around her
waist and the dark-bearded pussy yawning hungrily between her perfect
thighs, was feeling no less excitement than the boy. It was fantastic
getting her big tits fucked. Why had she never thought of it before?
The huge ripe tit-mounds were absolutely laden with sensitive nerves,
and when she got turned on, the slightest touch sent pleasure crackling
into her ribcage. And the frenzied fucking and manual mauling they were
getting now were delicious beyond compare!
The prick fucked home in her slavering mouth. Her belly hollowed
out beneath Martin's ass as she sucked for all she was worth. The boy
grunted incoherently.
Then the withdrawing cock shot creamy white come all over the
girl's pretty face.
Anne gasped in astonishment as the youth, no less surprised at the
sudden eruption of his giant prick, fucked it back into the hollow of
her jugs. Jism geysered forth from between them. Then the cockhead
sprouted out again, its read head glazed with come.
"You're coming!" Anne shouted in ecstasy. Her thighs went together
with a bang! And she started to cry out that she was coming too. But
Martin's fountaining cock, plugging into her open mouth and spewing a
charge of boiling sperm all the way to her tonsils, muffled her words.
Long-nailed hands mauled masses of titflesh around the throbbing,
spurting cock. Trembling with the fury of his climax, Martin sat still
and pumped his come into the girl's greedy face till it ran out her
mouth, to either side of the quivering cock. Just as eagerly, the
wildly-climaxing brunette jacked his cock off with her tits and drank
every drop of savory come down. They grunted and came like rutting
animals till they gave a mutual, sigh of exhaustion and Martin fell full
length atop the squirming girl. His still-stiffened cock pinned the
girl's head to the tabletop like a butterfly in a collector's display.
Teetering on the brink of orgasm herself, Jacqui Hyde convulsively
yanked sopping fingers from her snatch. No, this wasn't the way! She
was determined to do it right, and without any further delay.
Tonight she would be coming, as a lusty young woman should -- with
her cunt crammed full of randy, all-male cock! And she had a plan.

Chapter 2

Nine o'clock at night and Martin Reinhard was floating in a
blissful state halfway between waking and dreaming. His long, lean,
well-muscled body was immersed in a steaming hot bath. His mind was
immersed in lustful thoughts of the afternoon's activities with Anne
Roxbury.
How they had fucked! After he'd tit-fucked the girl to climax and
come off in her mouth, she had sucked his mighty prick hard as he went
down on her, lashing her pussy oils to a froth with his knowing tongue.
Then he had rolled over on his back and fucked the girl till she
screamed with sheer ecstasy. The sight of her short skirt riding up her
thighs, bright red against the paleness of her otherwise naked body,
turned him on immensely -- even hours and hours after the fact.
His cock was stirring into lustful life again. His eyes closed
languidly, he groped for it beneath the surface of the water. It was
already the consistency of bread pudding, and as he lazily began jacking
it off, its tip poked up above the water and the cock acquired the
hardness of tempered steel.
God, was he ever horny again! It was too bad Anne had to be home
by five-thirty to avoid arousing the suspicions of her parents. If she
had, she could have aroused something other than suspicion in her randy
boyfriend! Even after pumping loads of jism into her mouth and her
delectable pussy, his cock could have easily fucked her time and time
again! He had a lot more sexual vitality than most men and he knew it.
Of course that meant sometimes, such as now, he'd be squirting his
come into open air or bath water. And what a waste that was!
Distantly, he became aware of a cool breath wafting over his face
and the straining tip of his prick. It took him a minute to realize
that someone had eased open the bathroom door, and closed it just as
quietly.
He opened his eyes to narrow slits. Then they went wide as his
eyebrows tried to climb to his hairline.
His aunt was standing there by the tub, looking down at him with a
strange light in her amber eyes. And she was wearing even less than his
girlfriend had been when he'd balled her that afternoon.
He started to sit up. "Wha-?" he began. Jacqui stepped brazenly
into the tub and thrust her hips forward.
Martin's words were cut off by a damp, crisp, tasty mat of cunt fur
pressed over his mouth. The forested bulge of his aunt's pussy mound
filled his mouth with softness and delicious flavor -- the flavor of
aroused cunt!
"Mmmmm-ff!" he said, and he began gnawing on Jacqui's cunt bun.
She moaned happily and lifted her other foot into the tub, to stand
naked and spread-legged before his surprised but happily cunt-eating
nephew.
Sitting up, Martin reached behind the woman and cupped his hands
over her ass. How firm and sweet those buttcheeks were! He squeezed
them, savoring the feel of them. He pulled the furry pussy harder
against his gobbling face.
A trickle of something warm ran down his chin. Jacqui groaned and
cocked her hips. The greasy slit of her cunt slid right up over her
nephew's greedy lips. Then her pussy spread wide to kiss the youth full
on the mouth -- a rank, juicy, sloppy cunt-kiss that made his cock throb
violently with painful, urgent need.
"Mmmmm!" he said again, more emphatically than before. He kissed
those gaping pussy lips with a wet smack that made his aunt shudder with
delight. Then he slid his tongue into the brimming mess of her cunt.
"Oh my!" she gasped. She was really and truly startled by his
tongue entering her pussy. Not that she was surprised by Martin's doing
so -- under the circumstances, running his tongue lovingly into his
aunt's dripping slit was rather to be expected -- but by how utterly
good it felt! She cradled his head in her hands and began rubbing her
pussy into his face.
The youth's tongue was sweet music to her cunt. First it ran up
and down the slot of her cunt a few times, sucking up mouthfuls of
sweet, freely flowing pussy oils. Then it eased out of her cunt and
began scouring the pussy lips from the outside, licking and lapping,
running between the sensitive inner cunt lips and the thick flesh-rolls
of her outer pussy lips.
"That's nice -- very nice," Jacqui murmured. It felt as if a hand
was closed over her heart. Why had she waited so long? For months she
had been living in the same house with this gorgeous stud. Why had she
hesitated so long before finding relief for her overpowering sexual
need?
But this was incest, a part of her protested. This was evil,
unnatural, wrong. Her own nephew! The idea that she would be standing
in a bathtub full of hot water while her nephew noisily devouring her
greedy cunt would once have shocked her.
But now she didn't care. Sampling again the incredible delight of
having her pussy eagerly and expertly lapped, she knew she would do
anything to keep getting the delightful attention her pussy required.
It was betrayal of her sister, she knew. And if her affair with Martin
were ever found out, it would be the end of her job at the library as
well.
Martin pulled his head back from the dripping cunt. He stuck his
tongue out deliberately and touched its tip to the scalloped inner
cuntlips. They tasted hot and oily. He began to push the tongue
between his aunt's pussy lips, felt her shiver with pleasure. "Oooooh,"
she husked, from the back of her throat. "What are they teaching you
kids in school these days?"
Martin didn't answer. He just kept running his tongue into her
slack-lipped cunt. Seething liquid from Jacqui's pussy filled his mouth
and lathered his tongue. He felt the elastic walls of her cunt molding
around his intruding tongue, trying to draw it deeper into the depths of
her needy twat.
Hard, even teeth crushed Jacqui's pussy lips. Deeper and deeper
probed the young man's tongue. Then it stopped. Jacqui rolled her hips
around that teasingly cock-imitating shaft of tongue. Her pussy muscles
so long unused, came to life to grasp it in a slippery sleeve of cunt.
Martin moaned as his aunt's pussy took hold of his tongue. Damn,
she had good muscle control! What would that educated pussy feel like
wrapped around his throbbing, rampant cock?
He intended to find out. But first he was going to make his hot
aunt come!
He started fucking his tongue furiously in and out of Jacqui's
lathering pussy. Aromatic essence of cunt filled his mouth. Shuddering
moans of delight filled his ears.
Jacqui's pussy was alive with pleasure, and her whole body seemed
to prickle with hot white points of joy. "Oh, it's good," she cried.
Her head was thrown back and her bobbed auburn hair spilled down her
back. Her throat was a graceful white arch. "I'd forgotten how --
ooooh! -- good it is to have my pussy lapped!"
Martin was thinking he'd never known how good it was to lap a
pussy! His aunt's slobbering squirming snatch seemed to possess a life
of its own. It was clutching and frenching his tongue as skillfully as
any mouth. Her lean, nude body, slippery with condensed water, was
satiny-skinned and delightful to the touch. The taste of her cunt was
clean and crisp and tantalizing.
He tongue-fucked that greedy pussy till Jacqui was groaning
mindlessly and orbiting her hips around his stabbing tongue. Then he
changed his tactics. He pulled his tongue out with a juicy pop! And
then slid it up the spice-filled trench of her cunt till it notched into
the little vee of flesh at the upper end.
To his surprise, he found that her clit, far from cowering back
within its protective hood of pink pussy, was jutting out proudly,
demanding the attention of his tongue. He didn't disappoint the nerve-
rich node that was the pleasure center of his aunt's pussy.
Incandescent flashes of light exploded in Jacqui's brain.
"Aaaaaaah!" she gasped. Her fingernails dug into the back of nephew's
blond head. "Eat me! Eat me till I can't stand it anymore! Make me
come! I need to come!"
To hear was to obey. Punching at the clit with his tongue, Martin
slipped his lips around it. His belly went hollow as he sucked with all
his might.
Water sloshed agitatedly around Jacqui's calves. What tremendous
force had hit her like a thunderbolt? What power was shaking her? Why
was her pussy, seeming at the same time to collapse and explode in a
galaxy of delicious sensations.
It had been so long. But then the long-limbed divorcee recognized
what was happening to her.
"Yes -- YES!" she cried, exultant. "I'm
COOOOOOMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!"
Her sharp tits bounced and jiggled madly. Martin slipped his thumb
into the morass of her cunt, felt her pussy walls contract tightly about
it. Her pubic bones slammed him in the face so hard he saw stars. He
clung grimly, sucking and tonguing her swollen clit, while she fucked
her hips ecstatically back and forth into his greedily gobbling face.
"Unnnh! Unnnh! Uh-HUNH!" Jacqui moaned in tempo to the banging of
her cunt into her nephew's face. It's so nice, she thought, soooo nice.
How did I ever live without it?
The fury of his aunt's orgasm made the young man uncomfortably
aware of his own need. His cock seemed to pound with one urgent demand
-- fuck, fuck, he had to fuck!
With his thumb still stirring the delightful witches brew of his
aunt's climaxing cunt, he began to tug the lissome armload of woman down
toward the stiff bar of prick between her waterslick thighs.
The crashing waves of orgasm were beginning to calm inside Jacqui's
long-neglected body. She wondered why Martin was trying to pull her
down. She bent her head slowly forward, savoring the relaxation of her
orgasm-tightened neck muscles. Her eyes opened.
All of a sudden she knew what her nephew had in mind. Like an
iceberg, most of his titanic cock was submerged in the bath water. But
enough of his scarlet-headed prick showed above the rippling wavelets to
arouse the interest anew in her sated cunt!
Her feet slipping on the enamel floor of the tub, she bent her
knees. Her pussy-mouth parted readily, watering in anticipation of
being crammed full of her nephew's cock. Her heart thudded against her
ribs as though trying to hammer its way out. She was about to be
fucked!
Martin lay back and watched the show. He pulled his tongue out of
Jacqui's snatch. It was sticky and shiny with fragrant pussy sauces.
He put it in his mouth and licked it absentmindedly.
The pink-petalled flower of Jacqui's cunt blossomed before her
nephew's lustful eyes. He watched raptly as the pussy reached right for
the head of his prick. Was this really happening? Never in his wildest
imaginings had he ever dreamed he'd be watching his beautiful aunt
getting ready to fuck herself silly on his outsized cock. And getting
fucked in the bathroom was one of his most agonizingly unattainable
sexual fantasies!
The dripping lips of Jacqui's cunt touched the red-hot tip of her
nephew's cock. Both of them were almost surprised when they didn't hear
a hiss of steam. The lips opened, slid down, drawing the cock into the
overflowing well of her pussy.
In fascination, Martin watched Jacqui's cunt completely swallow the
fat, wedge-shaped head of his prick. The cool lips closed on the
throbbing shaft of his prick. He closed his eyes and sighed.
Shifting her hips to seat herself more firmly on the youth's prick,
Jacqui started to lower herself.
In her years of being married to accountant Vic Edwards, Jacqui had
learned all kinds of tricks to drive a man out of his mind when he
fucked her. But now she wasn't being subtle. She had no time for that.
She had to feel every inch of that wonderful prick crammed into her
cunt without delay!
Without a pause Jacqui's pussy flowed down the pillar of Martin's
cock. With a squelching sound the triangle of her cunt bush disappeared
into the water. Martin pressed his head against the unyielding white
enamel and shut his eyes as Jacqui ground her pussy hard into his
crotch.
He didn't have time to savor the oily snugness of her sinuous tube
of pussy. At once she raised herself, her cunt lips pooching out along
the well-greased pole cock. Martin bit his lip as vacuum sucked
irresistibly on his hard, horny cock.
For an instant Jacqui hung poised in space, water pouring off her
buttocks and thighs, reveling in the feel of having her cunt lips wedged
apart by the mammoth head of her nephew's cock. She was in heaven!
This was incest, this was something she'd always been taught was a
nasty, ugly sin. She should have been recoiling in horror from the very
idea.
But instead she was wallowing in the hot, horny, carnally sensuous
reality of fucking!
She sat down suddenly. She and Martin gasped as her pussy was
abruptly chock-full of vibrating cock. He reached dripping hands out of
the water to grab hold of her tits. The nipples poked like little
fingers into his palms. Then his aunt erupted out of the water like a
sea serpent. Grunting and blowing, Martin lay back and tried to survive
the most hair-raising wild fuck of his young life!
He could feel in every fiber of his aunt's nude body that here was
a woman totally skilled in the erotic arts, but she wasn't using a bit
of finesse on his straining prick. Instead, she was fucking herself
with the erotic abandon of the truly sex-starved. And it was
practically killing him with pleasure!
Incredibly, Jacqui's pussy was tight -- almost too much so. It was
every bit as tight as any of the tasty, nubile adolescent pussies he'd
plugged his cock into. And that tightness, combined with the desperate
fury with which his aunt was rhythmically impaling itself on his prick,
were hurling him headlong toward coming off.
But he didn't want that to happen -- not yet! This was too nice to
end so soon. Here was the perfect, unattainable woman he'd lived close
to for half a year. He hadn't even dared fantasize fucking her before
this. That was incest. It was forbidden. If he'd so much as
considered it, he felt sure she would have detected it and turned from
him fathomless loathing.
But here she was -- fucking him half to death in his very own bath!
And it was her doing, not his. Till he'd opened his eyes to stare
unbelievingly at the slender, naked body towering over him, he had had
no thought of sampling the delights of Jacqui Hyde's pussy!
"Ahhh-ngahh!" Jacqui sobbed. Her head whipped from side to side in
counterpoint to the up and down of her soaking ass. She had a cock in
her pussy again and what a cock! Even Vic Edwards hadn't had a cock
like that -- and he hadn't used it half as well! Though he wasn't aware
he was doing so, Martin was driving hard with his hips every time his
aunt slid down the greasy cock, hammering his prick home in her juicy
snatch. He seemed to be pounding the head of his prick halfway to his
aunt's tonsils. And that was just exactly what she wanted!
The level of water in the bathtub was going down. Huge quantities
of water sloshed out onto the floor every time Jacqui ground her ass
hard against her nephew's thighs, and more slopped over when she shoved
herself up till she was standing all the way up on her knees and
marveling that a good inch of cock was still in her cunt!
"Give it to me!" Jacqui gritted. "Let me have every inch of that
lovely cock!"
"You've got it, baby," Martin replied. He closed his hands on her
boobs.
"That feels good -- everything you do feels good! I love the feel
of your cock in me. I love you hands on my tits! Oh, fuck me hard!"
Martin squeezed the slender nipples between finger and thumb. His
head was swimming. Fucking underwater was a completely different
sensation from anything he'd ever experienced! The water swirling
around his prick made his cock react in a brand new way to the cunt-
juiced filled pussy slithering ravenously over it.
A shudder wracked his muscular frame. His hands clamped like
pinchers on his aunt's boobs.
"What is it?" she asked. "Are you about to come?"
Martin nodded.
"Good! Come now -- come in me! I want your jism in my pussy!"
If that's the way you want it, Martin thought. He fucked upwards
so his hips emerged from the water and Jacqui writhed in the air on the
deeply buried ramrod of her nephew's cock. Then he fired a long,
lingering blast of come far, far up into his aunt's belly.
The sting of Martin's hot come seared the nerve-ends in Jacqui's
cunt. A spark seemed to burn its way into her pussy. Then she
exploded.
The first contraction milked an even longer surge of sperm from
Martin's prick. With his body enveloped in warm water and his prick
embedded in a clutching cunt, Martin surrendered himself totally to the
erotic sensations. He floated in a rich broth of ecstasy, and pumped
load after load of boiling come into Jacqui's coming twat.
His head sank into the frothing water. His ears filled with the
fluid. But dimly, a sound came to his brain, seemingly ringing in her
very bones.
Then, as the pounding surf of climax closed over his consciousness,
he identified the sound. It was the full-throated, ecstatic screaming
of a woman being purged of endless nights of deep, dark longing.

Chapter 3

Black high-heeled shoes, incongruously elegant for a librarian,
clattered down the steps to the basement. Jacqui felt her heart
fluttering with delighted anticipation. Why, I'm behaving just like a
schoolgirl on her first date! She thought. She smiled at herself. Her
lips were very red and very shiny.
"Hello!" she called, leaning out of the stairwell and peering
around in the gloom of the basement. "Hello?" There was no answer
except for a slightly hollow echo.
She stepped forward. Her heels clicked on the bare cement floor of
the basement. "Hello?" she called again.
Blinding light sprang up. She yelped and jumped back, throwing up
an arm to shield her face from the glare.
"Welcome to my castle," said a passable imitation of Bela Lugosi.
Then the startled librarian heard laughter coming from the direction of
the dazzling light.
"Martin?" she said timidly. "Is that you?"
Instantly the light went off. Jacqui stood blinking away violet
spots that hovered before her eyes. "Found out," her nephew laughed,
stepping forward.
As much angry with herself for letting herself be scared half out
of her wits as with her nephew for his childish prank, Jacqui opened her
mouth to protest. Instantly Martin had his strong arms around her and
her mouth covered with his. "Mmmm-mm!" the woman said, but then her
nephew's probing tongue silenced her.
For a long moment she stood with her head back while Martin scoured
the inside of her mouth with his tongue. Then her own hands crept up
around his broad ribcage, and her tongue met his in a sensuous embrace.
Tall as she was, and in high-heels to boot, her nephew still had to tilt
his head down to kiss his lusty aunt.
The youth's hands stroked down her back. She thrilled to the firm,
gentle touch. Then Martin's hands went around her ass cheeks and
squeezed. Jacqui moaned and ground her pussy mound against his crotch.
Fingers probed in toward the crease between Jacqui's perfectly-
matched buttocks. She felt a fingertip prod at the dainty pucker of her
asshole, through the fabric of her panties and her short, slinky skirt.
Another finger rubbed at the tender flesh between her butthole and the
already-watering gape of her pussy. She sighed heavily, and her hands
turned into claws on her nephew's back.
Her small firm breasts were flattened against Martin's chest.
Jacqui could feel the blood-gorged nipples like little pebbles being
pushed back into the cushions of her tits. Every beat of Martin's heart
sent tickles of pleasure into her nipples.
The smell of passion-misted cunt wafted to both their nostrils.
Jacqui's excited cunt juices were flowing eagerly into the crotch of her
panties. Gasping with passion, she tore her mouth away from her
nephew's.
"What are you waiting for?" she demanded huskily. "Throw me down
on the floor and fuck me!"
Grinning, her nephew pushed her away and regarded her at arm's
length. She was an impressive picture, with her pouty jugs heaving, her
amber eyes glowing with lust, her small, saucy mouth shiny, and her hair
in auburn disarray. She looked far younger even than she was.
"You don't know how much I'd like to do that," the boy confided to
her. "But didn't I promise yesterday I'd have something very, ahh,
special for you this afternoon?"
Excitedly, Jacqui nodded.
"Then come along," He took his aunt by the arm and steered her back
toward the recreation area.
The rec room was a corner of the basement that Martin's dad had
carpeted and partially paneled in walnut-stained plywood. It contained
a pool table -- the one Jacqui had watched her nephew titfuck his
girlfriend on the day before -- a few chairs, a set of weights, an
exercise cycle, and an unlikely contraption Jacqui had been told was a
rowing machine. Martin was down here for a long time every day, working
out with the sports equipment, or in his own partitioned corner of the
basement, which he had turned into a darkroom for his own hobby,
photography.
At the moment it looked as if he'd decided to invade the rec room.
Big lights were hung from clamps here and there about the room, waiting
the flick of a switch to fill the room with hot white light. It had
been one of these that Martin had dazzled his aunt with when she came
down to the basement to find him.
To one side of the room was Martin's pride and joy, a big,
expensive camera on a tripod, aimed at a bare patch of carpet. It had
some kind of mechanism affixed to it, which the lovely librarian
couldn't identify but which reminded her of a kitchen timer.
"What's this?" she asked, turning. Martin stood beaming proudly at
the array.
"Haven't you guessed?" he asked. He steered her by the arm to
stand in front of the camera. He stepped to it and made an adjustment.
When he stepped back to his aunt's side there was a faint humming in the
air.
"Wha-?" Jacqui began, but as before Martin's mouth shut off her
words. His tongue was like a firebrand on hers, and she moaned
throatily and returned the kiss, her arms wrapped around her nephew's
neck.
There was a small but distinct click. Jacqui jumped back, staring
around. Her eye lit on the camera's big object lens. "Wait a minute,"
she said, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "Did that thing just make a
noise?"
Martin let go of his aunt. "Smile," he said. "You're on camera!"
He went over to the wall and flicked a switch. Immediately the room was
ablaze with light.
"What's the big idea?" his aunt demanded. Standing there, with her
fists on her hips and her head cocked to one side, she was the most
achingly erotic thing he'd ever seen.
He swept her up in his arms. Again their mouths melted together
for a lingering kiss. One hand traveled to Jacqui's crotch and squeezed
her cunt bun, then hiked up her skirt and slipped inside.
Jacqui groaned as her nephew's hand closed over her pussy mound.
He massaged the cunt bun, feeling the moistness of her panties. His
other hand came around to fondle a delectable tit.
The diminutive click sounded again. Jacqui started violently, but
her nephew lifted his hand and ran it down inside her panties. Her warm
pussy sauces flowed out over his palm, and then a finger was in her
cunt, stroking gently in and out.
The hand let go of her tit. Before Jacqui knew what was happening
it was skinning her sodden underpants off her rounded butt, down the
taper of her thighs, around her knees. Cool air washed over the
flooded, finger-filled slash of her cunt. Martin's stiff cock, still
trapped in his pants, felt like a bar of cold-rolled steel between them.
Jacqui broke off her kiss. She bent over and pulled off her
panties, gracefully lifting first one leg and then the other. She
tossed the panties gaily aside and began unbuttoning her coffee-colored
blouse. With one hand still cupped to the forested mound of her cunt
while a finger probed at the tormented inside her pussy, the other slid
down to revel in the silky feel of her bare ass.
In an instant the librarian had her blouse open and was shrugging
it off over white shoulders. The high proud tits encased in a lacy
black bra were nowhere near the mountainous mammaries Anne Roxbury had
displayed, but they were worthy of attention in their own right.
Martin's eyes devoured the boobs as his aunt reached over her shoulders
to undo the catch.
With a snick, it came free. She brought her bra straps forward
over her shoulders with deliberate tantalizing slowness. She felt his
cock give a mighty throb of impatience.
The cups of the bra fell away. Twin glories of tit-flesh were
exposed -- not the vast heaving mounds the raven-haired cheerleader
possessed, but jutting pale cones, tipped with dark brown nipples half
an inch long, straining with lustful eagerness. Martin fucked another
finger into his aunt's dripping cunt and buried his face between her
boobs.
Jacqui cried out as her nephew's rough wet tongue washed over her
jugs. Paradoxically, it felt both hot and cool at the same time. She
cradled his head to her, gritting her teeth in pleasure so intense it
approached pain as he brushed a nipple with his tongue.
The two fingers sucked noisily out of her twat. She started to
protest, but then Martin pulled her skirt down, baring her ass and furry
twat. She moaned again and pressed against him.
Her pussy yearned for his giant cock. Her tits were on fire with
delight from his tongue and the gentle, almost infuriating nips he was
giving the delicate white titflesh with his teeth. She stepped out of
her skirt and her nephew folded both hands around her rump again. His
fingers came inward, teased open the lips of her snatch, and pushed
inside her cunt.
"Ohhhhhh!" Jacqui cried. Her cunt was suddenly full to overflowing
with her nephew's squirming fingers. The sensation was like having a
handful of snakes thrust up her cunt.
With frenzied fingers she began plucking at the buttons of Martin's
work shirt, reaching around his blond head as she did so. He licked up
to the point of one dainty tit and fastened his mouth on it like a
lamprey. He sucked in with all his might till Jacqui felt the skin
would be delightfully stripped away from her jugs. Then he began
exerting a gradual pressure with his teeth, his lips wrapped over them
to keep them from hurting the soft skin of his aunt's boobs.
With his tongue he punched at an erect nipple. It vibrated with
excitement. "God!" choked Jacqui. She waggled her ass. Her pussy
squelched around his invading fingers.
His shirt unbuttoned, Jacqui pulled it down over his powerful brown
shoulders. He let the trapped tit slide out of his mouth till he was
holding just the stiff nipple between his lips. He began to gnaw at it.
The youth was in heaven. His hands were full of oily, lively cunt.
The scalding sauces of his aunt's cunt ran freely over his knuckles.
His mouth was savoring the dry, salty taste of tit, and his whole body
was feeling the erotic tension building up inside Jacqui. If he didn't
do something quick, he was going to come in his pants!
His fingers sloshed out of Jacqui's cunt. Pussy juice drooled down
her firm thighs. He let go of her nipple and turned her naked body
around, tugging his shirt the rest of the way off as he did so.
Jacqui found herself bent over, with her ass pressed into Martin's
crotch. One arm was draped over her hip and curled around so that
knowing fingers could search out her clit in the rain-forest tangle of
her cunt bush. Martin's other hand was busily opening the fly of his
corduroys.
"Hurry!" Jacqui urged. "Get that big cock out and fuck it into me.
Oh, hurry!"
With a slap, the underside of Martin's stiff prick rebounded off
her rounded butt. She felt its heat washing over her ass. "Fuck me
now!" she demanded as he let go of her twat to pull off his pants and
underwear.
Her wish was his command. Straightening, Martin took hold of her
lushly-padded hips and without further preamble drove his long, cool
cock hilt-deep in her cunt!
Jacqui gasped as her nephew's prick thrust home in the brimming
well of her pussy. His hands were holding her around the waist now.
Huffing like a steam engine he began fucking his huge prick swiftly in
and out of the librarian's dripping snatch.
Her tits bobbled to every powerful stroke of her nephew's massive
cock. With her hands on her thighs for balance, Jacqui stood and drank
in the hardness, the rampant maleness of that pistoning prick. Once
again, the camera clicked.
She was suddenly aware that she had subconsciously heard the
clicking sound several times during the last few minutes. She'd been
too preoccupied to truly take notice. Now she rolled her hips
sensuously around the invading spar of cock as Martin fucked into her
and asked, "What exactly is the idea behind that -- ahhh! -- camera?
God, you're big!"
"Thanks," the youth grunted. "Like I told you, it's your surprise.
I thought it would be fun to get everything down on film, sort of. You
know how being in front of a camera brings out the ham in everyone."
Jacqui stiffened. "You mean that thing is taking pictures of us?"
she demanded.
In reply her nephew ran his nine inches of prick smoothly and
irresistibly into her oily cunt. "Sure," he gasped, as the resilient
walls of his aunt's pussy collapsed around his prick. His balls slapped
wetly against the mouth of her cunt. "Every twenty seconds on the
"woooooowww! -- dot."
He pulled out with a sound of suction. Her pussy sheath clung to
his cock like a sleeve of oiled silk.
Jacqui's disgust and anger floated away on a current of pleasure.
How could she get mad at her nephew, with that wonderful cock giving her
cunt the best reaming-out it had ever had? She'd never even seen a cock
as big as Martin's.
As for being photographed -- Jacqui suddenly realized her pulse was
beating even faster, her breath was coming shorter. She was getting
even more turned on at the idea of being photographed while she fucked
her nephew.
"You're right," she said. "Being on camera does bring out the ham
in a person."
"Huh?" Martin asked. Then all the air whooshed from his lungs as
Jacqui gripped his cock with her pussy and threw her hips into a wild
spiral.
It was like having his cock stuck in a blender. Martin tried to
slow down, but his hips wouldn't let him. Of their own accord they kept
fucking his cock in and out of that well-lubricated, steaming, hungry
cunt.
"W-w-wow!" he gasped again. Jacqui's tits jiggled madly. She felt
his fingers clamped like talons on her hips. His cock was stretching
and twisting the tunnel of her pussy in a million different, wonderful
ways.
"Like that?" she asked, looking back over her shoulder with a
lascivious smile. Her nephew could do no more than grunt wordlessly and
nod his head. She tossed her hair and concentrated on the feel of his
furiously pumping prick.
The strong fingers let go her hips and slid down the curve of her
butt. The churning ripeness of her lush ass filled his hands. He slid
his thumbs into the sweaty crevice between her asscheeks. Their tips
touched her asshole.
They teased at the coyly fisted opening of Jacqui's ass. She
moaned with pleasure. Martin popped his thumb into her asshole then,
and she cried aloud.
With total abandon she fucked her nephew. Sweat ran down her face
and dripped off her chin. Both her cunt and her butt were filled with
man! It was beautiful.
Martin fucked his thumb in and out of his aunt's asshole a few
times. His furry crotch brushed his knuckles at every thrust of his
rigid prick. A fine spray of fragrant cunt honey dewed his hand.
He fucked his cock into Jacqui's cunt so hard it lifted her feet
off the floor. Then he pulled the prick noisily out of her pussy. A
torrent of cunt sauce ran down her legs like lava.
"What's the matter?" Jacqui demanded. Her voice hoarse with
passion. "Keep fucking me -- don't stop now!"
"I won't," her nephew assured her. The thumb came out her ass till
only the tip remained in her butt hole. She felt a delicious stretching
as the reluctant circular muscle that held her butthole closed was
pulled open.
Click! Went the camera. Jacqui felt something warm and resilient
slotted into the cup-like opening of her asshole, between Martin's thumb
tips. It began pressing inward with a gentle, irresistible pressure.
Jacqui felt trickles of coolness running down her ass. It was cunt
juice, she realized, dripping from his mammoth, well-oiled cock.
"You're about to fuck my butt!" she sang out, an edge of nervousness in
her voice.
"No," he corrected. "I am fucking your butt!" He pushed hard. The
head of his cock popped into his aunt's ass. He let out a prolonged,
shuddering sigh of pure pleasure at the feel of that tight ring of ass
flesh clamped behind the flaring glans of his prick.
For a moment he stood with just the end of his cock stuck in his
aunt's butt. His palms were sweaty on her ass. "Do you want to be
fucked up the ass?" he asked. "You do like it, don't you."
"Y-yes." Jacqui bit her lip. "But it's been so long -- and you're
so ... so huge!"
"That should make it better." Click! Went the camera. Martin slid
his fingers forwards and hooked them around Jacqui's hipbones.
"Ready or not," he said, "Here I come!"
As completely possessed by raging lust as the librarian was now,
she was willing to surrender her asshole willingly to her nephew's huge
pole of cock. But the reflex of her anus was to tighten up against the
intrusion of Martin's prick. Greased as it was with the luscious fluids
from her aroused cunt, it couldn't be stopped, but the opposition of
Jacqui's ass muscles made it a hard task to drive the cock home.
The muscles stood out on Martin's forearms as he pulled his aunt's
pale nude body onto his cock. "Ohh-ow!" she gasped. "It hurts. You're
too big!"
Ignoring her, he kept single-mindedly shoving his cock into her
perfect butt. He watched fascinated as his fat prick inched its way
between her molded asscheeks. Her ass was taut beneath the satin skin
as it fought his cock.
It felt to the bent-over librarian, as if her butt was going to be
split apart by Martin's cock. It was too big to fit in her tiny
asshole! "Stop," she begged. "Take it out of my butt. I'll suck you,
fuck you -- anything you want. Just get it out of my ass!"
Martin looked down at her, the curving lines of her slender back,
the swell of her buttocks, the scarlet crack of her ass, spread wide now
by his cock wedging between her butt cheeks. "I will," he choked, "if
that's what you really want."
Jacqui relaxed slightly. Another inch of prick jammed into her
butt. "Aiie!" she yelled. "Yes -- no! No, I love it! I love the feel
of your cock in my butt! It hurts -- but it hurts so good! Tear me
apart, if you want to. Make me hurt, make me scream, make me split down
the middle only, fuck my ass!"
With a mighty heave, Martin thrust the rest of his prick into her
butt. The air hissed out of her lungs as his taut ball sac smacked
against her pussy. She had taken in his entire magnificent prick!
For a dozen heartbeats they stood like that, crotch to ass. Martin
savored the impossible pressure enfolding his prick from all sides.
Jacqui reveled in the feel of having her tiny anal passage stuffed
completely full of cock. The huge prick seemed to swell inside her with
every neat of her heart, threatening at any moment to tear her naked
body open. But now, though she was conscious of stabbing pains shooting
through her ass, all they did was add a sweet edge of the pleasure the
cock in her ass gave her.
Martin pushed with his hand against her upturned ass. His cock
started sliding out. Jacqui cried out! It hurt! She was being pulled
inside-out. Her ass channel seemed to be getting rubbed raw by the
withdrawing prick.
But at the same time it felt better than anything she'd ever
imagined!
It took every ounce of will power for Martin to keep from blowing
his wad up his aunt's ass then and there. But he wanted to fuck her
butt first! He pulled out, feeling a dazzling array of hot sensations
as Jacqui began wiggling her ass around his cock. He pulled the prick
out of that maddeningly tight noose -- and then he drove it home with
sledgehammer force.
"Ahhh, GAAAAAAAAWWWWWD!" Jacqui screamed, and then her nephew was
fucking her ass for all he was worth. Despite its enormous girth and
the narrowness of his aunt's anus, Martin was soon pistoning his cock in
and out of his aunt's asshole almost as fast as if he were fucking her
sloppy, slippery pussy!
Jacqui's knees gave way under her. They banged on the carpeted
floor. Martin followed, his half-buried cock bending sharply downward.
The twisting his cock gave Jacqui's asshole made her see stars and
wiggle her ass even more furiously around the incredible cock! She fell
forward.
Her tits were squashed against the carpet. Her cheek was pressed
to the floor. Martin knelt behind her, banging his big prick in and out
of her tortured asshole as if he were trying for an Olympic gold medal.
Every powerful thrust of his prick grated Jacqui's lust swollen tits
against the rug. But she didn't care!
She was almost delirious with pleasure -- pain. This was ecstasy,
this was what the ancient martyrs felt. The agony in her ass
transfigured her pleasure, made it a cosmic delight that touched body
and soul. She could feel her nephew's heart thudding, deep within her
ass. She could feel the simmering load of jism coming to a boil in his
balls.
"Come in me, Martin," she pleaded. "I'm ready -- oh God, I'm
ready! All I need is to feel your come in my ass! Fill my rectum with
your sperm!"
To accent her words, she tightened her asshole as hard as she
could. Martin groaned as his cock was crushed. Every square inch of
its surface seemed to have been rubbed raw by fucking up and down the
too narrow passage of Jacqui's ass. The feeling of having his prick
crushed by her ass overloaded his every sense.
It was too much. He came. A fiery wad of come shot up Jacqui's
butt, burning like napalm.
Jacqui wanted to cry out with love and gratitude as she felt
Martin's jism scald her asshole. But she couldn't find her voice. It
was as if giant hands clamped her pussy tunnel, her heart, her lungs,
and squeezed. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't cry out. All she
could do was press her face into the carpet and come around the bucking,
thrusting, spitting prick!
The smooth demiglobes of her ass swam in Martin's vision as he came
and came again. The camera clicks seemed to come closer together now,
recording every surging pulse of his coming cock, every involuntary jump
of his aunt's sleek ass, as the milked every drop of sensation of their
mutual climax.
At last the fury began to die down. Head slumped loosely on his
neck, Martin idly watched the white come bubble out around the bar of
his prick and dribble down the cleft of Jacqui's ass.

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