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Aunt Laura

By: Loansum



I have never told this story to anyone but I thought you would want to hear about my Aunt Laura. Her husband died young and she was a widow and came to live with us when I was 15. She was short, maybe just 5 feet tall but with a nice tight little body and short blonde hair and always wore a dress with heels. I guess, like any other teen with raging hormones I would think about her as I jerked off at night. She had a bedroom next to mine on the second floor of our house. Every night when I went to bed I would go in to kiss her goodnight before turning in myself. She would usually be in bed reading a book, sitting up on pillows wearing a low cut silk and lace nightgown. Every night I loved looking down the top of her gown and seeing about 2/3 of her nice round tits just inches away from me. I guess if I had to guess, she must have been a size 34C. As any nephew would, I would lean in to kiss her cheek, but Laura would always turn towards me and meet my lips briefly with hers and run her hand through my hair. Even in her bed at night, she always had a coat of red lipstick on her full lips. It was just lips and not a long kiss but to me it felt so intimate. I used to love saying goodnight to her. 

My parents were always downstairs watching their late night TV shows so we were always alone upstairs. It was my senior year in high school and I had turned 18 just recently. This one night she looked up from her book and caught me looking down her nightgown at the wonderful swell of her nice tits. I knew I was caught and expected her to get mad at me but she just smiled and asked me why I was looking down at her breasts. I knew that denying it was not the thing to do, so I told her the truth. I said that I had never seen any woman's bare breasts up this close and I just couldn't help myself. She smiled at me and told me to go close her door and come back to her. I did as she asked and when I got close to her she slipped off the thin straps from her shoulders and then she dropped the top of her gown to show me her full tits. I couldn't take my eyes off them as she took my hands and placed them on her tits. She asked me to play with them and to pinch her nipples as she reached up and pulled my face to hers. With her mouth opened she gave me a deep tongue kiss. We kissed for a very long time and when we broke the kiss she looked straight into my eyes and told me I could ask her to do anything. Something in me changed immediately when she said this. It was one of those moments in life when you notice internal changes and at this moment, I knew I had some un-described power over her. A switch had flipped in me when she said this. 

Looking down at her, I told her I wanted her to jerk me off. 

Not waiting for her reply, I just pulled out my cock and she looked up at me as her small hand took it and she began to stroke it. Her eyes would drift periodically from my cock to my face and back again as she took hold of it and moved her hand up and down. I loved the look of her hand on me with her red tipped finger nails looking so shiny and sexy to me. My hands mauled her tits and pinched her nipples very hard. I just loved having them in my grip and didn't care if I was gentle with her or not. Laura was moaning softly as I did this. This entire scene was a first for me but it seemed natural for me to talk to her as she did me. The words just flowed out.

"Does my cock feel good in your hand, Laura?" I asked her.

"Yes, I like your cock," she told me.

"You like it when I hurt your nipples and tits, don't you?' I asked

"Yes, I like it a lot. It feels so good when you hurt them, Paul."

"You need this don't you Laura?" I continued to question her as I was getting closer and closer to cumming.

"Yes, yes, yes, whatever you want. Just ask me. Just tell me what you want," she whined as her breathing was ragged and her voice so needy.

"Jerk my cum out, Laura. You're such a dirty girl. So dirty for jerking off your nephew. So dirty," I breathed out as I watched her.

"Oh, yes, I'm so dirty Paul, so very dirty. Your Auntie is a dirty slut."

It was then that I noticed her hand under the covers as she brought herself off just as I exploded all over her tits and neck and face. Strings of my teenage cum painted her neck and lips and nose while dropping onto her tits as she had an orgasm in front of me. Her face then moved to my cock and I was shocked as I watched her take it into her mouth and suck the remaining cum out of me and lick it clean.

I left her there and went to bed but I knew that I owned her from then on and I could make her do whatever I wanted. I had discovered that my sexy aunt was a slut and I had control over her.

I didn't take advantage of my new found power over Laura all at once. Each night I would kiss her goodnight, but Laura was now eager for deep soulful kisses. But after some quick tongue play and feeling her firm tits, I pulled back and said goodnight and went to bed. It wasn't that I didn't want to do more; it was that I wanted to see the need and frustration in her. I knew this would enhance my control over her even though I was just a kid. About one week after the first episode I came in to say goodnight as usual, but closed the door behind me before coming to her as she lay in her bed. She immediately noticed the change in my routine and as I approached her she had a slight smile of anticipation on her face.

"Do you want to ask me something, Paul," she asked me as she dropped the straps off her shoulders. The material fell from her chest and exposed the big round tits I had mauled just a few days earlier. Her nipples seemed to be getting hard right in front of my eyes.

"Last week when you jerked me off and I shot cum all over you, were you playing with yourself under the covers," I asked her. She seemed surprised by the question and even a bit embarrassed.

"Yes, I was playing with myself when I did it," she admitted as her eyes met mine and she bit on her red lips.

"Tell me why," I demanded as I reached out and played with her hard nipples and felt the weight of her full breasts.

"Well, I....," her voice trembled as she watched my hands on her tits.

"Look at me when you answer, Laura," I said, interrupting her response.

She looked back up at my face and I could see the need and lust in her.

"I got so worked up when I held you in my hand and felt your big and hard cock that I needed to cum too. I didn't think you could tell I was doing it," she admitted as I pulled and pinched her nipples and watched her gasp.

"Get out of bed and take the nightgown off and show me your body," I told her. 

She pulled the covers back and got out of the bed in front of me and let the silk gown slide down over her slim hips to the ground. She was not wearing panties and was naked in front of her nephew. She was so much shorter than my six foot height as she stood there, that I told her to get a pair of high heels on and then come back to me. She put on a pair of open toed strappy heels and returned to me.

I made her turn slowly and my hands ran all over her breasts and her back and her tight ass before stopping her as she faced me. My hand dropped to her pussy and I felt the moisture of her aroused cunt.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you, Laura," I asked as my fingers moved into her moist slit.

"Anything you want. I will do whatever you ask me to do. Ask me anything," she breathed and trembled in front of her teenaged nephew. One finger entered her and began to move inside her.

"So you'll be my whore and do whatever I want, is that right," I said up close to her face as my finger continued to move in her.

"Oh, yes, I am your whore and you can do whatever you want with me. Oh. God, your finger feels so good in me," she moaned as her hips moved along with my finger. I felt her heat and her sexual need as she rotated her hips on my hand.

"Get up on the bed on your back and open your legs in front of me," I told her as my finger pulled free and I could see the wetness on my hand.

Laura sat back on the bed and opened her nicely toned thighs. She reclined back and bent her knees so that he black heels were flat on the bed.

"Now show me how you played with yourself last week when you were jerking me off. Show me how you made yourself cum," I demanded as I moved close to the edge of the bed.

"But," she began to say.

"Do it whore," I said raising my voice.

Her small hands dropped between her thighs and she used them both as I watched. Her left hand took two fingers and pushed them into her wet cunt. Then her right hand settled above it and she began to rub her extended clit as her ass moved up off the bed and pumped at her moving hands. I watched intently and I learned what she liked and what excited her and how a woman wanted to be touched.

My hand reached down and pulled my cock out which was already hard and stiff. I was jerking it off in front of her and she lifted her head up to watch me as I stroked it just inches from her cunt. Laura was so turned on and so close to cumming that she was moaning and whining continually as she watched my cock. 

I was very turned on by the sight in front of me. Here was this really beautiful and sexy older woman who was fingering her cunt and making herself cum for me. She wanted to be my whore and was prepared to do whatever I asked. This was just too much for me and I began to shoot cum all over her moving hands and cunt and stomach as she was going over the edge and cumming. She was moaning as her body writhed and pumped out its orgasm under her cum coated skin. This was the first time I ever saw a woman reach orgasm and I knew it was something I wanted to see more often.

The scene was so erotic that we both just stayed still after it was over and looked at each other for a long time. Then I wiped my cock on her sheets and zipped up and went to bed. 

This began my sexual use of Laura with more and more dominance. It was easy for me to see how much she loved being told what to do to please me in any way I asked. The more I treated her like property, the more she became a total slut for me. Yes, there were very cute and hard-bodied teen girls running around but why did I need to be teased and taunted by them when I had a hot, sexy, fully grown woman in my own home willing to do whatever I told her. She never came onto me but would be available to me whenever I wanted her. I visited her room almost every night. I played with her, dressed her up for me, made her strip in front of me and had her touch herself or me whenever I asked.

One night I came into her room and closed the door. When I closed the door she knew I wanted her. So many other nights I had made her jerk me off or make her play with herself while I jerked off onto her but tonight I wanted something more. I saw that she was sitting on top of her bed wearing a short night gown and still had her stockings and heels on. I could see the tops of her black nylons and the garter clips that snapped to hold them up. She did not have on any panties. Her well formed legs looked fabulous as they were crossed and hung over the edge of the bed. She was leaning back with her arms behind her as I approached, lifting the hem of her night gown and pushing it back up to her hips.

"Do you want me?" she asked looking at me.

"You look sexy like that. Take the nightgown off," I told her.

Laura pulled it over her head and then rested back on her arms again with her big tits looking so inviting. I began to pull and pinch her nipples and she closed her eyes as I watched her become more and more excited. I backed up a step and took my clothes off in a pile and came back to her.

"Open your legs," I said as she moved her sexy legs wide apart and I dropped my hand to her waiting cunt. I slowly ran a finger up and down her moist pussy lips. I teased her clit and heard her moan as I played with her for a long time. She lay back on the bed and pulled her knees back. I slipped one and then two fingers inside her and began to slowly finger her like this as I watched her hips move to meet each deep thrust of my hand.

"Tell me, Laura, how does this feel? Tell me," I said as she fucked back at my hand.

"Oh, God, Paul, it feels so good. You make me so hot. I love your touch. I love your fingers in me," she said in a low and heavy voice.

"You look so sexy and dirty, spread wide and moving your hips like that. Now turn around and lay on your back with your head hanging over the edge," I said withdrawing my fingers from her and watching her position herself with her head dropped over the edge in front of me. I moved forward and my hard cock was at her red lips.

"Suck it, whore," I told her pushing a bit more so my cock glided into her open mouth as she began to run her lips and tongue all over me. In this position I was able to trust deep into her mouth and feel her throat with my cock head.

"Finger yourself so I can watch you play with your pussy while you suck me," I said as I marveled at how good her mouth felt. Watching her fingers run into her wetness and rub her clit, she began to hump her hips like she had done to my hand. I stopped thrusting and just stood there and felt her tongue and mouth working their magic on me. We were both moaning as we were approaching our climaxes.....together yet separately. I knew I couldn't hold back much longer watching my slut aunt's hot body in front of me and putting on a sex show as she sucked.

"Oh, fuck, oh Laura, I'm going to cum in your mouth. Oh, yes, suck it. Drink me. Now, now, now, oh, God, suck it all down," I groaned as I exploded in her warm mouth, feeling her suck it and lick it and then swallow as more and more cum fired out of my cock. I saw her hips come off the bed and she held them there as her orgasm rolled through her and her hand flew over her wet cunt. It was an incredible feeling and sight as we both moaned and came. I reached down and held her head between my hands and watched her mouth continue to work feverishly on me. It was almost too much for me but I didn't want it to end. It felt so amazing.

Finally after she had lowered her hips, I dropped my hands from her head and pulled my spent cock out from between her red lips. I dressed as she crawled back onto the bed and just laid there catching her breath.

"That was good, Laura. You need to do that for me a lot more. You have a very talented mouth," I said as I opened the door to go back to my room. I could still hear the sound of the TV blaring downstairs as I walked down the hall.

Aunt Laura Ch. 01



All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.



The summer of his eighteenth birthday was a memorable one for Brad Winston. That was the summer that his aunt Laura came to visit.

Laura was two years older than his mother Amanda. But despite their age difference they could have passed for twins. They were both blonde and attractive. In fact Brad's friends had told him more than once that they thought his mother was 'hot'. It wasn't the sort of thing Brad paid much attention to. He had laughed though the time his father remarked to his mother that he wished she had her sister's boobs. Laura and Amanda were the only two children in their family and so they were close in many ways. But they were also very different.

Amanda, being the baby of the family, probably got more attention as the two sisters were growing up. Laura was always the free spirit, the adventurous one, the one who was always getting into trouble.

Amanda was the model student, the focused one, the one who went to college and planned to work in a doctor's office. The only hiccough came when she got pregnant in her final year, married her college sweetheart and became a 'stay at home' mom. Bradley came along eight months later.

By contrast, Laura had a seemingly endless stream of boyfriends. Typically she'd get into a serious relationship that lasted about a year and a half or two and then she'd dump the guy and move on to someone new.

During all the years that Amanda was bringing up Bradley, Laura was bringing home one boyfriend after another until her father finally gave up even trying to remember their names.

Finally, when Brad was fifteen, Laura found Lance, someone who she decided was 'Mister Right'. After a very short engagement she married him.

It was a very quiet wedding, just the immediate family of the bride and groom at Brad's parents' home. A couple of weeks later there was a big party, a kind of reception for extended family and friends. It was a hot summer night and Brad could still vaguely remember there were a lot of naked bodies whooping around in the swimming pool in the wee small hours of the morning.

Now it was three years later and all of a sudden Laura had come to stay at her sister's for an unspecified length of time. Something was not right between her and Lance. They had agreed on a sort of a trial separation.

Brad wasn't really all that interested in his aunt's marital problems. The thing that did bother him was that he had to give up his room and move to the basement for the 'as yet to be determined' length of her stay.

When he protested about this unfair dislocation, his mother looked disappointed in him and asked him if he wasn't willing to make even this tiny sacrifice for his poor aunt in this difficult time for her.

Brad realized that he couldn't win this one so he grudgingly moved his necessities down into the basement and prayed that Laura and Lance would soon get back together.

When Laura arrived everything seemed fine. She had always been Brad's favourite, if only, aunt. There were no obvious signs that she was upset although she and his mother did tend to linger over the dishes after dinner. 

Brad would come and go and his mother and Laura would be at the sink or at the kitchen table, talking and talking. There seemed to be no end to it. What he didn't know was that, though Laura was talking about her marital woes, Amanda was expressing her concerns that Brad wasn't seeing anyone, had never had a real girl friend and to the best of her knowledge was still a virgin. She didn't think this was healthy.

Brad would have been mortified if he knew his mother was talking about him like that to his aunt. But Amanda was careful not to say anything in front of him.

When Brad asked his father what the problem with aunt Laura was, his father would only say that someone apparently had been cheating on someone. When Brad asked who was cheating on who, his father said that that depended on who you talked to. According to Laura it was Lance. According to Lance, it was Laura. When Brad asked his father who he believed, his father said he really didn't know but that he could tell some stories about his sister. This remark was accompanied by a tilt of the head and a knowing wink that suggested to Brad that his aunt might somehow be the author of her own marital demise.

Regardless of what was going on Brad had his own life to lead. He was pleasant to his aunt and she always asked him what was going on with him when she saw him. But for the most part they didn't spend a lot of time in each other's company.

The second weekend of Laura's unexpected visit, Brad's parents were away. They had planned a weekend visit to the wine country with some friends that they couldn't get out of. Laura and Brad were home alone but each had their own plans for Saturday night.

Brad was going out with his buddy Glen to a 'country and western' bar that was bringing in a popular local band. Apparently a lot of the really hot girls at school were into this band and would probably be there. 

Laura was going out with some friends from the insurance company where she worked. He really didn't pay much attention to what she said they were doing.

Brad went over to Glen's before they went out. They had a couple of beers and played 'Call of Duty'. By the time they got to the club about 10:00 things were really hopping. It took them ten minutes just to get up to the bar and get a beer. Forget about getting a seat.

But a quick look around suggested that the intel about the babes had been accurate. There were a lot of hot chicks hanging around in groups of threes and fours. Most of the available guys seemed to have been dragged out on the dance floor where they were enthusiastically, if not expertly, stomping and two stepping, trying not to embarrass themselves in front of their more competent girl friends.

Brad and Glen picked out a couple of guys who were really struggling to keep up and started a running dialogue making fun of them. This kept them entertained for quite a while.

Eventually though they both noticed a couple of truly gorgeous girls who were dancing, surrounded by a knot of hungrily circling men. One of them was very tall with straight black hair that was hanging down below her shoulders. Brad thought she looked like she was just about his age. She was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans that she must have spray painted on. In stiletto heels it looked like her legs went up to her shoulders. She had the most amazing melon shaped breasts that were threatening to jiggle free at any moment from the tight white tank top she was wearing.

The other girl was blonde. Her shapely legs were bare above her cowboy boots and beneath the little denim skirt she had on. She was also wearing a cream coloured satin shirt that had a bucking bronco embroidered on it in red. She had a little bandana tied around her neck below which three or four buttons of her blouse were undone. Although she wasn't as statuesque as her friend, there was no shortage of men who weren't enjoying the generous display of cleavage that she had on display.

The girls had on cowboy hats that they had 'borrowed' from a couple of the men. They were both getting a lot of attention as they strutted and spun in time to the music. It was impossible to tell which of the men surrounding them might have been their partners or if in fact they were with anyone. Brad told Glen they should take a closer look.

As they approached the gyrating group of dancers, Brad couldn't take his eyes off the dark haired girl in the tight jeans. She danced with her whole body, arms in the air, hips moving fluidly and her eyes moving from man to man, pouting her lips and winking at them as if she wanted every one of them. Brad thought she was probably the sexiest woman he had ever seen.

Eventually the music stopped and the knot of men grew tighter around the two women like they were some kind of rock stars. Brad lost sight of them for a few moments and then they were knifing their way through the crowd, laughing and trading jibes over their shoulders with the hooting men as they made their way past Brad and Glen.

Brad was so mesmerized by the tall jeans girl that at first he didn't hear it when the blonde said..."Brad?..."

"Brad?...What a surprise!...What are you doing here?..."

Brad turned to the blonde and was startled to realize that it was his aunt Laura.

"Aunt Laura!...I...I...I thought you were out with some friends from work..." Brad stammered, trying to keep his gaze from wandering to the smiling beauty standing just behind his aunt.

"I am. This is Beth. She works in the claims department. She just started with us... Beth...this is my nephew Brad who I was talking about and his friend...I'm sorry...I don't think we've been introduced..."

Glen waited a second but Brad's mind seemed to have turned to mush as he reached out to shake hands with Beth.

"I'm Glen..." he said..."Nice to meet you Laura, Beth..."

"And there's two more of us Ryan and Neil. They're around here somewhere. I think they went for more beer. So are you two boys enjoying yourselves?..."

Glen started to say something in reply but then the band started up again with a real loud, heel stomping quick step. Beth's eyes lit up and she yelled to Laura..." I really like this one!..." and before the boys knew it they were being dragged out onto the dance floor, Brad pairing up with Beth and Glen with Laura.

Brad couldn't believe his luck. He was dancing with the most stunning woman in the room. There wasn't a guy standing there that didn't wish he was in Brad's shoes.

At first he was terrified. He wasn't much of a dancer. But Beth seemed to sense his misgivings. She turned her back to him and took his hands with hers. 

"Just do what I do..." she yelled and began to move her body to the music, moving his hands with hers and inviting him to mimic her movements.

That's what he did and in no time he found himself shadow dancing with this stunning young woman.

Now whether Beth was a good teacher or Brad had more latent talent than he knew, he did really well and was able to keep up with what were becoming ever more complicated steps and twists as the song rambled on.

Eventually it did come to a roaring, floor stomping ending. Beth's eyes were sparkling as she twirled around twice on the end of Brad's arms and finished with her hands in the air. The band immediately segued into a slow tune. Without missing a beat, Beth stepped up against Brad, draping her arms around his shoulders and molding her curvaceous body against his. In her high heels she was just as tall as he was.

'Oh my God!...' Brad gasped to himself at the feel of Beth's yielding curves pressing against him. She was wearing a wonderfully exotic perfume that enveloped him and made him almost faint with excitement. He hesitantly put his hands on her waist and started moving with the music.

"That was...you are... incredible!..." he said with real enthusiasm.

"Well thank you kind sir. I enjoyed it too...." Beth said squirming contently against Brad.

"Oh oh!...' Brad groaned as he felt himself starting to stiffen up against Beth's gently shifting loins. It was bound to happen. She was so sexy and he was so excited to be dancing with her. But he didn't think she would be too impressed by his obvious arousal. He kind of tightened his hands on her waist and bent forward a little to keep her from pressing up against him. His cock was pointed down his leg and was getting pretty uncomfortable as more and more blood rushed into it.

"Is something wrong?..." Beth asked with the tiniest of grins.

"Ahhh!...Nothing serious. I might just have to go make a slight technical adjustment..." Brad stammered in embarrassment.

"Oh not now. Just when we were having so much fun..." Beth said with a little moue, at the same time pulling Brad back more tightly against her.

"Oh shit!..." Brad gasped quietly. He was sure that Beth must be able to feel him now, bulging against her.

"Oh. Is that your problem? I seem to have that effect on a lot of boys..." Beth murmured into Brad's ear.

"I'm so sorry Beth!...It's just a little hard to control sometimes..." Brad groaned miserably.

"I can help you with that...Do you want me to?..." she asked in a honeyed purr.

"You can't really...It'll be alright...."

"Don't be silly. You look so uncomfortable. It will just take a second..."

And with that Beth turned in Brad's arms so that she was facing away from him once more. She pulled his arms around her so that he was holding her close. Still swaying to the music she moved both her hands behind her so that they were against Brad's stomach.

Before he even realized what it was she had in mind, Beth pulled the front of his pants out with one hand and snaked her other hand deep down into his shorts.

Brad let out a stifled yelp of amazement as Beth closed her hand around the length of his meat. She gently but firmly pulled his cock to one side then turned it so that it was straining upwards towards his chin. She held him like that for a couple of seconds longer than was absolutely necessary. Then she calmly took her hand out of his pants and turned to face him once again.

Brad looked into her dancing eyes in complete astonishment. He could still feel the warmth of her hand imprinted on his steely shaft. He wondered if he'd ever go soft again.

Still smiling into his eyes Beth pressed herself against him once more and said...

"Oh yess!...That's much better isn't it?..." as she thrust her gently rounded mons into the barrel of his cock.

"Jesus Beth. I can't believe you just did that..." Brad gushed as if she'd just resolved the middle east crisis.

This girl was amazing. He had to find out more about her, where she lived, was she seeing anybody. Oh God! Maybe she was married. There were a thousand things he wanted to ask her. But before he got a chance to say anything more, Laura was at Beth's shoulder.

She came up beside them and said to Beth...

"Come on honey. We've got to get back. The boys are getting kind of antsy. Especially Neil. I think you've really got under his skin."

"Oh what a shame..." Beth said, stepping back from Brad.

"Your nephew and I were just getting a few things straightened out between us. And besides I don't think Neil and I are a fit. Now Brad on the other hand I think might fit me just fine ..."

"Well that's sweet of you darlin' but as they say in country talk...'you leaves with the one that 'brung ya'. So let's go soothe the savage beasts. Glen's over there too Brad. Why don't you come meet the boys."

Brad was trying to figure out a way to kidnap Beth but Laura was taking charge for the moment and he had no choice but to follow in the girls' wake.

Dejectedly Brad followed the girls from the dance floor back to some sprawling booths where he finally saw Glen sitting with two other guys. When they got over there Laura made the introductions.

"Brad this is Ryan, my boss, and Neil. Boys this is my nephew Brad."

"Hello!...Hi!...Nice to meet you!..." the men said to each other. Beth sat down next to Neil and Brad sat down on the outside edge of the booth next to her. Glen got up so that Laura could sit down next to Ryan and he sat down next to her.

Laura's boss Ryan was a good looking guy, youngish compared to Laura but still the same generation. Neil was younger still. He looked to be about Brad's age. In fact Brad realized with a start that he knew this guy.

"Brad yeah! We played ball together!..." Neil said at that moment, echoing Brad's thoughts.

"That's right. For the last two years of high school. We did alright..." Brad said.

"Well isn't that interesting..." Beth said laying her hand high up on the inside of Brad's thigh under the table and giving him a warm squeeze.

Brad jumped a little when she did that. The edge of her little hand was actually pressing into his balls. He could feel himself stiffening up again in response to her intimate touch.

He had never liked Neil. Neil had been their closing pitcher. Brad had played third base. Neil was good but he had always been too full of himself as far as Brad was concerned. He hadn't changed, based on the way that he was draping himself all over Beth in the booth. And then Brad noticed that Glen was looking at his aunt like she was an ice cream cone and it was the hottest day of the year.

Brad could see that things weren't likely to progress very well for either Glen or himself at that point. So he got up and started making excuses why they had to leave. Meeting some friends at another bar, their lift was leaving, blah, blah, blah.

Glen wasn't very enthusiastic about leaving but in the end he didn't have much choice. Brad was driving.

"Jeez man. Your aunt is really hot! I think I might have had a shot with her..." he complained.

"Don't be ridiculous..." Brad answered more brusquely than he meant to.

"She's there with her boss, her marriage is on the rocks and besides all that, she's old enough to be your mother. Give your head a shake!"

Glen didn't see it that way. But what was really irritating Brad was that he had to leave Beth there with that slime ball Neil. Sometimes life seemed so unfair.

He went back to Glen's, had a couple of more beers while they carried on their endless campaign of 'Call of Duty'. But Brad's heart really wasn't in it and he headed home a little after one.

When he got there all he could think about was that moment in the bar when Beth had her hand down his pants groping his cock. He wasn't paying any attention at all as he walked down the hall to his room.

But as he approached the door to his bedroom, which was open about a foot, he could hear muted voices rising and falling from within.

'Oh shit...' he thought as he remembered that aunt Laura had taken his room. But who was in there with her. He had to look. He stepped up quietly, keeping to the shadows and looked around the open door. What he saw there completely blew his mind.

The door from the hall entered the room from one side at the foot of the bed. On the wall beside the door to his bathroom was a tall skinny mirror he used to when he was getting dressed.

From where he was standing he could see his aunt on her knees on the bed, straddling a prone figure who, he figured, must be her boss. She still had on her cowboy boots and her satin shirt but her little skirt was gone. Her bare creamy ass was rising and falling rhythmically as she bobbed up and down on the upright shaft that was jutting between her legs.

The guy was squirming with excitement but Laura seemed to be in complete control.

Looking up into the mirror he could see that his aunt's breasts were out and she was hefting them, one in each hand, offering them to the man who was lying there beneath her. Those generous globes with their rigid crimson nipples looked awfully good to Brad. He was surprised that the man she was fucking wasn't mauling her tits. Then he noticed that his wrists and ankles were tied to the corner posts of the bed with slender satin ropes. Wow! He didn't know insurance guys were so kinky!

Brad felt himself getting hard as he viewed this erotic scene. Then he immediately blushed with embarrassment. This was his aunt Laura he was looking at

"Gawdd Laura!...Easy!...You're gonna' make me...Nahh!... come if you keep doing that ...Ahhh!..." the guy gasped in a hoarse cry as Laura banged herself down on him hard. She did that twice more and then went back to the steady, easy pace she was using when Brad first saw them.

"You like that baby? You like fucking that cowgirl pussy? I could fuck you like this all night long. Think you can take it?.." Brad could see in the mirror the smile turning the corners of his aunt's mouth as she said this. Then she banged herself up and down on the guy she was straddling, hard, three times to emphasize exactly what it was could do to him.




Aunt Laura Ch. 01



"Oh geez Laura!...I'm so close!...'' he gasped, straining upwards to try and hunch himself up into Laura's seething tunnel. But now his aunt held herself unmoving above him with just his cock crown barely lodged inside her.

"Don't stop!...Ahhh!...Please!..." the frustrated guy moaned, squirming with excitement as the older woman teased him.

"You'll hold it until I tell you you can come! Do you understand me Neil?,,,"

'Neil!...Neil!...' Brad cried out in his mind. 

The man under her that his aunt was banging was his old team mate, not her boss! Brad could scarcely believe what was going on.

By this time the crouching blonde had resumed riding slowly up and down on Neil's livid erection. And then, without warning, she'd bang herself down on him sharply three or four times before resuming her much more leisurely pace. And every time she did that the groaning young man beneath her strained at the ropes restraining him. 

Judging by how Neil was gasping and squirming Brad figured that he was ready to lose it. In fact Brad was having a hard time not reaching down and giving his own eager erection a quick, excited squeeze.

"Oh God!...Oh God!...Ahhh!...Soon!...I can't!...Nahhh!..." Neil moaned as Laura continued her controlled, rhythmic fucking.

"Not yet baby!...Wait for me!..."

Brad happened to look back up then and was shocked to find that his aunt's eyes were focused on his in the mirror. A faint smile creased her lips as Brad barely managed to keep from crying out loud. But she didn't stop her steady fuck strokes up and down on Neil's throbbing pole.

"Laura!...Please!..." Neil cried.

"No!...Not yet!..." the sultry blonde answered, her eyes never leaving her nephew's.

But for young Neil it was all over! His legs stiffened, his back arched and all of a sudden he was ejaculating a pulsing stream of come up into the older woman's pussy.

"Phwahh!...Nahh!...Unn!...Unn!...Unn!..." he moaned as a tremendous orgasm overwhelmed him.

Laura stopped her hips' up and down motion then and planted one hand on Neil's heaving chest. She held herself motionless on top of the shuddering young man. Brad could see she had about half of his spewing cock lodged inside her. 

"You're coming aren't you Neil?...You are!...Ohh!...Oh yesss!...I can feel...Unn Hnn...I can feel every...Unn!...every shot... And I told you...Unn!...not to... didn't I?..."

"Ahh!...Unn!...Unn!..." Neil whimpered, obviously too caught up in the excitement sweeping through his loins to answer immediately.

Brad felt like a rabbit caught in the glare of the headlights, the way that Laura had him pinned in place with her steady gaze. He knew he should get out of there but he couldn't move.

By this time he could see the creamy dribbles of sperm that were leaking out of his aunt's cunt where she was impaled on Neil's cock. He had filled her up and the excess was starting to seep down his length and onto the sheets beneath him.

"Ahhh Goddd!...Laura!...I just couldn't hold it!..." he whimpered mournfully, his shaft still noticeably twitching in the circle of Laura's clinging labia.

His aunt didn't say anything for the longest time while she waited for Neil to exhaust himself inside her. Her eyes calmly moved back and forth from the boy under her to the reflection of her nephew lurking in the doorway.

When Neil finally stopped bucking and twitching beneath her, she turned her gaze back to him and asked ..."Are you done?.."

To which the young man answered sheepishly..."Ahh yeah...I guess so..."

Laura pursed her lips pensively and then she said..."Good! Then I think we'd better have a little talk..."

And with that the voluptuous blonde lifted herself off Neil's spent cock. She held herself like that, calmly straddling the young man's loins. Brad was surprised that the deluge of come that Neil had poured into her wasn't rushing out. He didn't realize Laura was squeezing her internal muscles to keep it in. She had something special in mind for the steamy load that was sloshing around inside her.

"I've got some bad news for you Neil. Beth doesn't want you bothering her anymore."

The young man lying there didn't react for a moment but then he said with a mean little smile...

"I think you'd better let me be the one to decide about that."

"Yes... She said you might be difficult..." Laura said pursing her scarlet lips together. 

"But I think I can make you change your mind..." she purred.

She moved up over Neil's prostrate form until he could barely see her eyes smiling down at him above her melon shaped breasts.

Neil took a deep breath as Laura's greasy bush loomed over his face.

"Ahhh...Aren't you going to freshen up a little or something..." he asked anxiously.

"No baby...This cream pie's all for you..." the older woman answered, a broad smile creasing her lips as she dropped her crotch down onto Neil's wide eyed face.

"Nahhhh!...." the young man protested, trying to turn his face away 

But Laura's muscular thighs clamped around his head like steel bands. He wasn't going anywhere. She relaxed a little and allowed just a trickle of goo to escape her and dribble onto Neil's lips.

"Listen to me Neil. You should always do what a lady asks you to do. Maybe you haven't learned that yet. But you will!"

The helpless young man looked up into the kneeling blonde's eyes with a peevish glare while closing his mouth stubbornly. Laura tightened up, not ready to release the remaining jism inside her just yet.

"Beth told me she was tired of putting up with your macho bull shit. I can see what she was talking about. Now why don't you put that mouth of yours to some good use. "

And with that Laura reached down and pinched Neil's nose closed with her thumb and forefinger. At the same time she reached way behind her with her other hand and cupped his testicles in the palm of her hand. Brad was awestruck by the way his aunt's tits thrust up dramatically towards the ceiling as she leaned back.

"Yuum nomm gonnaa mame mee eamm um!..." Neil protested in a muffled, nasal drone. And then...."Phwahhhh!..." as Laura gave his balls as vicious twist.

"I'm sorry dear. What was that? Did you say you wanted to eat me? Oh good! That's what I thought you said!..." Laura purred as Neil's mouth opened beneath her with his anguished cry. She settled more heavily on him and began a gentle rocking motion on his face. 

Aunt Laura presented an amazing picture as she regarded her nephew in the mirror. With her conical breasts heaving and her arms extended in front and in back of her she really did look like she was riding a bucking bronco and not poor Neil's face.

With Laura's little hand still clenched tight on his vulnerable testicles Neil had no choice but to try and appease her with his mouth. And so he went to work with his tongue, twisting and turning it with great enthusiasm in and out of her meaty tunnel.

"Umm Hmm!...That's better!..." Laura enthused. She slowly raised her loins up, tempting the young man beneath her to follow her.

Neil raised his head as much as he could but Laura had lifted herself just out of his reach.

"Are you ready baby?..." she purred. And the blonde relaxed her inner muscles to allow all the juices she had been keeping inside to flow out of her.

Brad could clearly see the gush of viscous cream pour forth from his aunt's pussy and into Neil's reluctant mouth. Laura increased the pressure she was applying to his head with her thighs to keep him immobile beneath her. 

"Phwahhh!...Aghhh!...Wahhh!..." Neil coughed and sputtered. But with Laura still pinching his nose there was no way he could evade the gooey tide. Finally Brad could see him swallowing frantically in order to avoid drowning in the stuff.

Just before she was finished, Laura swivelled her loins a little, coating Neil's face from his hairline to his chin with the remnants of his earlier orgasm.

The young man grimaced through it all and was finally able to sputter...

"You...mmphh!...you... bitch!..."

"Not perhaps the wisest choice of words for a man in your...situation..." Laura answered with a smile.

"But you'll learn soon enough!..."

She moved her hand into Neil's hair and yanked his face up into her splayed loins. She also changed her grip on his balls. She began squeezing each of those tender spheres between her thumb and forefinger making them squirt out from between her fingers like peas from a shell. Brad could only imagine how painful that must be.

"Ahh!...Naghh!...Mahhh!..." were the muffled groans that came from between his aunt's thighs as once again Neil was forced to deal with her smothering pussy. He had no choice but to get back to work.

"Oh yeah!...Right there!...Lick my clit!...Yess!...Unn Hnn!...You're gonna' make me... Oh Jesus!...gonna' make me come if you keep doin' that!..." Laura enthused as Neil snuffled away obediently under her seething loins.

True to her word, just a few moments later, Brad's aunt stiffened up and started to quiver over Neil's slavering mouth. She let out an almost startled..."Ohhh!..." and then a series of heartfelt ..."Ahhh!...Nahh!...Oh Goddd!...Umm!... Umm!..'s..." as her whole body shuddered spastically. She put her hands on the bed just above Neil's shoulders to support her upper torso while dropping the full weight of her loins onto his face.

Brad watched the other boy pulling frantically at the bonds securing him to the bed as he struggled to get a breath. Laura seemed completely unaware of Neil's growing distress. Her eyes were closed and her lips were curled in a satisfied smile as her whole body shuddered repeatedly.

Eventually her orgasm started to wane. She opened her eyes and was once again looking directly at her nephew in the mirror. Laura smiled at him and began to lift herself off Neil's face.

The red faced young man gasped loudly as he finally was able to breathe once more.

"That's it baby. You just get your breath while I freshen up a little. Then we'll see about having a little more fun. But remember, you have to promise me that you'll leave Beth alone from now on. It really would be the smart thing for you to do."

When Neil didn't say anything Laura reached behind her and slapped his balls smartly with the palm of her hand.

"You hear me?"

"Wahhh!...Unghh!...Yesss!..." he hissed breathlessly.

And with that Laura slid off the bed and onto her feet.

Brad assumed she was going to the little bathroom attached to the bedroom. He was shocked when he realized that his aunt was striding deliberately towards where he was standing in the hall.

He back pedalled clumsily away from the door. But his eyes were locked on his aunt's creamy bare breasts as they shuddered hypnotically with every step she took. He was so mesmerized by those quivering globes that he had only retreated a couple of steps when his aunt confronted him in the hall, pulling the bedroom door closed behind her.

Laura stepped right up to him, planting two fingers against his chest and pushing him further backwards. Brad stumbled and almost fell.

"I'm surprised to find you here Bradley, spying on me in my own bed..."

"I didn't mean to aunt Laura. I was just kind of distracted when I got home and forgot I was supposed to sleep in the basement. And then I saw you with...with...him and...and I was just going to...leave when...when...I wasn't spying I swear..." Brad stammered.

Laura went on as if she hadn't heard him... "I saw you watching us. Your eyes were practically popping out of your head and that's not all that was popping out..." she smirked, looking down at the obvious bulge in Brad's pants. Then her eyes returned to his.

"He asked me if I wanted to play around a little and I said... 'Like a game?'... And he said...'Sure'... And I said... 'Oh I love games. Do you know how to play rodeo?'...You should have seen the look on his face when I had him naked and hogtied to the bed about two minutes later. He wasn't expecting that."

By this time his aunt had backed Brad up to the end of the hall. And still she moved closer and closer to him. There was an earthy smell of sex and perfume emanating from her that was incredibly arousing.

Laura knew exactly what she was doing. For her, teasing her inexperienced young nephew was like shooting fish in a barrel. But that didn't make it any less fun. She wondered if she could get him excited enough to jump her right there in the hall.

Brad's cock had been hard from the moment he saw his aunt fucking in his bed. He was hugely excited and at the same time, afraid of what she was going to think if she noticed his bulging tool. He really didn't want that to happen.

"I'm sorry aunt Laura. It's none of my business. I should have been more careful. I should just go to bed now..." he pleaded anxiously.

But Laura didn't seem to be paying attention to anything he said. She moved her moist lips so that they were brushing his ear as she eased her shapely body closer and closer to his.

"He dared me to sit on his lap and I did. It was all just part of the game. But then he managed to slip his cock up me, just the very tip. We were hardly doing it. But once he had it in me I just couldn't stop myself until I had the whole thing inside me. And that must have been when you saw us because that's when I saw you in the mirror. But I couldn't stop then. It just felt so good. So I let him do me but I told him not to come inside me. But he did anyways. And it felt so good to feel that hot juice spurting inside me. I love to feel a hard cock pounding and squirting inside me. It just makes me want to melt inside...."

Brad couldn't believe his aunt was talking dirty to him about how she liked getting fucked. And with those glorious naked tits of hers pan caking against his chest, he was afraid he might lose it right there in the hall.

"I should have left as soon as I realized I had the wrong room aunt Laura. It won't happen again."

"But you didn't leave right away did you Bradley. In fact you watched us for quite a while didn't you?..." Laura asked. She reached down for Brad's hands, pulled them up and pinned them to the wall above his shoulders. The she did a deliberate slow grind against him.

"Nahhhhh!....Brad groaned when she did that. His balls were drum taut now and his fiery come was churning for release.

"I think you were getting off watching us weren't you baby? I bet you were wishing it was your cock that was up me instead of your friend's! Were you hoping I'd let you do me right after Neil? Is that that what you were thinking? That I'd call you in and bend over for you and let you have sloppy seconds? You can tell me baby. It's O.K.!..." Laura purred now deliberately hunching her bared pussy against the front of her nephew's pants. 

Bradley let out an involuntary little squeak of arousal as his sexy aunt writhed against him. He squirmed and twisted with excitement in front of her but Laura only pressed him more firmly up against the wall.

"Oh Goddd Aunt L...L...Laura...Don't...You're gonna'...I canttt!...Please!..." Brad moaned frantically.

"Please what baby?...Don't what?...I'm not doing anything to you...not yet anyway..." Laura teased, leaning in even tighter against her feverish nephew and darting her tongue wetly into his ear.

That was just too much for poor Bradley. 

"Phwahh!...Nahh!...Nooo!..." he groaned plaintively as his testicles suddenly spasmed and a searing torrent of come erupted in his pants.

Laura immediately felt the heat of his ejaculation spreading against her loins as Brad's fiery orgasm consumed him. She thrust her sparsely haired groin hard against his and held herself still, thrilled to know she could make him loose control like this. 

"Are you coming for me baby?...You are, aren't you?...Oh yesss!...I can feel it!... There!...Umm Hmm!... And again!...Umm Hmm!!...Umm Hmm!...So much come!..." Laura enthused, thrusting one knee up between his legs and raising it to gently pressure his balls.

"Nahhh!...Goddd!...Aunt Laura!...I'm so...so...It's...I couldn't...Nahhh!..." Brad groaned miserably as jet after jet of gooey sperm cascaded into his shorts.

Laura continued to grind her concave mons into her nephew's groin. The feel of her nephew's bulging cock throbbing against her was sending little mini shocks of excitement darting through her own loins.

Laura continued to hold Brad's hands pinned the wall behind him as she looked at him with sparkling eyes.

"There, there baby!...It's alright!...I didn't realize how excited you were..." 

She paused to enjoy Brad's helpless shuddering against her as his orgasm finally stared to wane.

"I'll take it as a compliment that you came so quick. Next time we'll be more careful. Now why don't you go and take a shower before you call it a night. Maybe I'll come down and see you a little later. Pleasant dreams..." Laura purred, leaning forward and planting a motherly kiss on Brad's brow.

Then she let go of his hands and turned back towards the closed bedroom door. As she walked away Brad couldn't help but stare at the creamy moons of her ass shifting up and down with her every step she took. Laura turned and caught him staring. She puckered a juicy kiss in his direction then winked and went into the bedroom.

Brad couldn't move for what seemed like the longest time. He couldn't believe his sexy aunt had just made him come in his pants. But the fact that his saturated underwear was starting to stick uncomfortably to his crotch suggested it had really happened. She must think that he's a total pervert!

Finally he gathered himself, lurched upright then turned and headed for the basement.

Had aunt Laura really said she might come down and see him later? Now that was an interesting possibility. All of a sudden he couldn't wait to get in that shower.

____

The following week was an agony for Brad. Of course aunt Laura hadn't come down to his room in the basement that night. He hadn't got a wink of sleep as he lay there hoping that at any moment he would hear her feet descending the stairs. Around 5:30 the birds started making a hellacious racket outside his window and he knew then that it wasn't going to happen. He pulled the covers up over his ears but it was no use. By 6:30 he was in the shower then had some breakfast and was out of the house before Laura was even up.

That day his parents came home in the early afternoon, about the same time that Brad did. By then Laura was up and about and was full of questions for his mom about the wine tour. Brad kind of hung around, casting mooning looks at his aunt whenever his parents weren't looking but Laura wasn't paying any particular attention to him.

She wasn't ignoring him. She exchanged the odd pleasantry with him but there was no acknowledgment about their steamy moment in the hallway the night before. Not that day or the next or the day after that. Brad was really disappointed. Since Saturday he'd been consumed with some pretty torrid fantasies about his sexy aunt but it was beginning to look like the only opportunity he was going to have to act them out was in his dreams.

Things took a dramatic turn for the better on Thursday night however.

Brad was passing the den on his way to watch some TV when he saw his aunt on the phone. He half stopped, glancing longingly at her when Laura happened to look up and caught his eye.

"Oh here he is right now. Why don't I put him on..."

Then she pressed the phone to her chest and nodded with her head for Brad to come over to her.

"Who is it?.." he asked.

"It's Beth..." Laura answered with a sparkling smile.

Brad's heart started to beat faster.

"What should I say to her?..." he hissed as if Beth might hear him.

"I don't know. Tell her you enjoyed meeting her last Saturday. Ask her out. Take her back to the cowboy bar. She loves the music. Or some place nice to eat. Whatever. She likes you."




Aunt Laura Ch. 01



Brad hesitated. He wasn't good at this. He could feel a cold sweat break out on his brow.

"Oh don't be such a candy ass. She's just a girl. The worst she can say is she has to wash her cat. Talk to her..." Laura insisted, holding the phone out.

Brad took it gingerly like he was afraid it might be electrified. Laura stood up so Brad could have the comfy chair. Her nephew stood there blushing and stammering into the phone. But in a minute more he seemed to gain some confidence. The conversation started going more smoothly and he slid down into the chair.

Laura went out into the kitchen and started rummaging around in the fridge looking for the wine.

A few minutes later Brad came in looking like he'd just swallowed a canary.

"Well?..." she asked expectantly.

"We're going out on Saturday. She's going to meet me at the bar and we'll decide where to go from there. She's pretty cool..." Brad said, totally elated.

Laura walked up to him with her glass of wine in hand. She smiled at him and reached out and laid her cool palm on his cheek.

"She certainly is. Don't screw it up."

And with that she turned and headed back to the den.

Even though it was only two days to wait it seemed like an eternity to Brad. Come Saturday night, although he wasn't meeting Beth until 9:00, at about 7:30 he headed down to the basement to take a shower and start getting ready.

His parents were having a pool party and a Bar-B-Q with some of the neighbors. Laura was there, looking great in a fire engine red bikini that struggled to contain her voluptuous curves. Every time she jumped into the pool every guy there held his breath, hoping this time her melon shaped breasts might escape from her miniscule top. The closest that came to happening was one time when one creamy orb did get loose, providing an exhilarating glimpse of her maroon colored aureole and a crimson nipple. But Laura just calmly stuffed the errant tit back into her little bra and then smiled and shook her finger at Dave Anderson who had gasped...'Oh my God!...' at this little display. Brad ogled her a few times like all the other guys there but he was mostly thinking about his date with Beth.

He was naked, had just finished shaving and had the shower running when there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Brad?...It's me Laura...Can I come in?"

'What the heck...' thought Brad. But before he even had time to answer or grab a towel, the bathroom door opened and Laura slipped into the little room with him. She closed the door behind her and Brad noticed that she locked it when she did so.

Now it was Brad's turn to gasp "Oh my God!..." as his sexy aunt confronted him in all his nakedness.

"Getting ready for your date I see.... We're you just getting in the shower?...I thought I'd just give you a hand. Make sure you don't miss any spots..."

"Ahhh!...Well...You don't have to...I mean there's the party and ...Ahhh...all...Aren't you ...Umm...worried someone will wonder where you've gone?..." Brad stammered in confusion. 

He was having great difficulty looking his aunt in the eye. He knew if he let his eyes wander for even a second down to those incredible bikini clad tits of hers that he'd stiffen up and make a fool of himself in front of her once more. For some reason he didn't think to question why it was she was here in the bathroom with him in the first place.

"Don't be silly. Hop in..." Laura directed, pulling open the shower curtain.

" I don't think this will take very long..." she smirked.

Brad couldn't think of a good reason not to do what his aunt wanted but he was afraid that somehow or another they were going to get into trouble. He wanted to cup his hands in front of his groin to cover himself up but he didn't want her to know how nervous he was. So he took a deep breath and then stepped into the tub with his back to the shower.

"Push over. Make some room..." Laura said and then she stepped into the tub facing her nephew, pulling the shower curtain closed behind her.

"This is cosy isn't it?..." Laura said with a coy smile. And in fact she was lightly pressing up against her nephew. There was no way to avoid it in the tiny shower.

As his aunt's barely covered breasts brushed against his chest Brad could feel the blood rushing into his tool. It stated to rise and Brad half turned to grab the soap and also to try an make enough room between himself and Laura so that she wouldn't see what she was doing to him.

But Laura knew perfectly well what she was doing. There wasn't a man alive who could stay soft if he had her in the shower with him. She was surprised that her nephew had been able to control himself this long. But she was about to change all that.

"Give me that..." she said reaching out and taking the soap from Brad.

Then with her eyes locked on his she began soaping up her own chest. She rubbed the bar over the upper slopes of her tits then moved lower and rubbed the soap over her bikini. It only took a second for the soap to begin to froth up on her golden skin. When she got a bit of lather worked up she started using both hands, rubbing and squeezing both her breasts in a totally shameless manner.

Brad's eyes were on sticks as he stared spellbound at his aunt's lewdly caressing hands. All this of course had a predictable effect on him and his cock swung up from between his legs as if his aunt were a puppeteer, pulling the strings from above.

That turgid rod swept across Laura's thigh and ended up jutting into her barely covered crotch. She smiled to feel him throbbing against her.

"Now you..." she said.

But instead of reaching out with her hands and the soap, she shuffled closer to him so that her slippery melons mushroomed warmly into his chest. She put her hands on Brad's arms and began to shift her shoulders back and forth, giving him a tit rub that he would dream about for years to come.

Laura leaned her face next her nephew's so that her lips were by his ear. The water from the shower was cascading over both of them now.

"How's that feel baby? Do you like that? I think you do. Or at least your cock likes it. I can feel how hard you are. And I'm going to help you with that."

"Oh God aunt Laura. You know what happened last time. Maybe this isn't the best time!..." Brad moaned, his hands settling awkwardly on his aunt's waist.

"Of course it is baby! It's the very best time! Don't worry. Laura's going to take good care of you. Now turn around and let me do your back."

She backed up enough to give Brad room to turn around. His rigid cock swung around ahead of him like a crane turning on a rooftop. Laura smiled at the sight of his arousal.

She stepped up close behind him grinding her pneumatic tits between his shoulder blades. Her hands slowly slipped around his waist, one of them still clutching the bar of soap.

"Put you hands on the wall in front of you baby... Move your feet back a little... That's it. A little more...Lean into it... Good...."

Laura was idly soaping the front of Brad's thighs. As he shifted into the position she wanted, she let her hands roam into his crotch. She swept the soap up and own his rigid cock a couple of times and even reached deeper to quickly soap his balls.

"Oh yesss! That feels so good!..." Brad moaned excitedly.

"I'll bet it does! And I'm going to make it feel even better..." Laura promised. But she didn't linger long on his excited tool. She was going to take care of him but in her own way.

She held one hand pressed gently against Brad's abdomen where she rubbed the soap around on him gently. Her other hand, with the bar of soap in it, moved back around behind him and into the crack of his ass.

"Spread your feet a little more lover! Let me get at the nasty bits."

Brad did as his aunt asked and Laura started to rub the slippery bar of soap up and down through his crack, all the way from the small of his back to his balls. At the same time she let the hand she had on his stomach creep down until it was resting lightly on his soapy dick.

"Brad you do remember what happened last week when you got too excited when you were with me?..."

"Godd...Yesss...And I said I was sorry aunt Laura..." Brad whimpered as his aunt closed her hand on his throbbing meat. She didn't stroke him or move her hand but she held him with a firm grip.

"I know you are dear. It's no big deal. But I don't think you want anything like that to happen when you're out with Beth do you?..."

"Oh geez no! That would be too embarrassing..." Brad groaned.

Laura smiled to herself as her nephew started to helplessly hunch into her clenched hand.

"Yes it would wouldn't it? So I'm going to help with you that..." she murmured, dropping the soap on the floor of the tub. She slipped her free hand down one of Brad's butt cheeks with her index finger sliding purposefully towards his anus. She only stopped when her fingertip was pressing gently into the center of his puckered sphincter.

"Eeep!..." gasped Brad at the unexpected intrusion.

"What we need to do is relieve you of all that tension. And I mean all the tension. Now I don't know if any of your other girlfriends put their finger up your ass? It's not really something you'd ask a girl to do for you on your first date is it? Would you like me to put my finger up your ass Bradley? I will if you want me to! Do you?..." Laura asked innocently, knowing perfectly well that her nephew had hardly any sexual experience.

"Ahhh!...I haven't...I mean I never...so I don't really..."

But Laura really wasn't listening. She tensed up her shoulder and then, with a firm corkscrewing motion, augured her extended finger deep up into her nephew's bowels.

"Nyahhhh!...." Brad cried in response to his aunt's rudely impaling digit. He lunged forward into her restraining hand as he tried to evade her plundering finger. But the way she was leaning into him, pressing him up against the wall of the shower, he really had nowhere to go. Laura had his cock held fast in a steely grip and now she started to milk it just a little. She couldn't see but she imagined his eyes were squinched up tight at the feel of her sharp nailed finger skewering him.

"Take it baby! It's alright! It just takes a little getting used to that's all. You're very tight back there! ..." she purred into his ear. She ground her knuckles into Brad's ass crack, enjoying his gasping moans as she probed his virgin nether hole.

Brad had never experienced anything like this. He was feeling light headed as if he might faint. There was a minor discomfort radiating from his violated ass hole but at the same time there was a lewd excitement building excruciatingly in his groin. He had never been with a woman who took charge sexually like his aunt Laura did. And the way she was fondling him was driving him crazy.

Laura knew exactly what she was doing as she slid her delving finger back to the entrance of Brad's butt. At the same time she pulled her now loosely clasping fist up to his cock crown. The she reversed herself, plunging her index finger back up into her nephew's ass while pulling her fist down to the root of his shaft.

"Wahhh!..." Brad whimpered straining up on his toes and squirming frantically under Laura's coaxing hands.

"Umm Hmm! You like that don't you baby? I thought you would..." Laura purred.

She smiled at his excitement and started working him over just like that, jerking down on his cock while jabbing her finger up his ass. With the water of the shower still pouring down on them she got an even rhythm going, not too fast and not too slow. Just a steady deliberate masturbation accompanied by her lewd finger reaming his anus.

"Ahhh!...Nahhh!...Unn!...Unnn!..." Brad whimpered as his testicles grew painfully taut. His aunt's torrid fondling was bringing him quickly to the brink of orgasm. His fingers were clawing at the tiles of the shower as he began to stiffen up all over.

Laura could feel him tensing up and she knew he was close.

"I'm going to make you come so harddd!..." she hissed in his ear without varying the tempo of her expert fondling.

"Nahhh!...Laura!...I'm!...Ahh!...It's!...I'm...gonna'!..." Brad stammered as his cock grew to an ultimate stiffness in his aunt's relentlessly shuttling hand.

Laura hammered her fist down to the root of Brad's shaft and held it there, pulling down hard on his shaft. She drove the finger she was working in and out of his ass all the way up into his bowels, twisting her wrist to touch him in places he'd never been touched before.

"Phwahhh!.." Brad gasped, his back arching as he hunched up into the older woman's persuasive hand with every ounce of strength he had.

"Come baby!...Come for aunt Laura!...Let me see you shoot it!...Do it Brad!...Come for me!..." Laura instructed. With the index finger of her left hand twisting around in her nephew's ass she snapped her middle finger up into his nuts.

'Ohhhh Godddd!..." Brad cried in a breathless squeal. His balls convulsed and a laser stream of fiery come jetted from his cock. The creamy bolt of sperm jetted up the wall in front of him and splattered wetly up near the shower head.

There was the briefest hesitation and then that first blast was followed by another and another. It looked like Laura had uncorked a bottle of champagne between Brad's legs and was directing the frothy spray against the wall ahead of him.

"There it is!...Umm Hmm!...Let it go!...That's it!...Give it up for me darlin'!...Oh yeahh... Unn Hnn!... Look at all that come!...Do it baby!...Shoot it!...Umm!..." Laura enthused. She kept pulling down on Brad's cock and turning her finger deep up his ass to make him come. And then, as the virtually continuous stream of sperm turned into individual, body wracking spurts, she started masturbating him in time with his ejaculation.

"Unn!...Unn!...Unnn!..." the young man whimpered as his loins convulsed with mind bending intensity. Helplessly fucking his aunt's jerkling hand, Brad's cock jetted line after line of creamy jism against the light blue tiles in front him.

"Does that feel good?...Do you like the way Aunt Laura jacks you off baby?...Ummm!...I think you do!...Tell me!..." Laura teased.

"Naahhh!...Oh Goddd aunt Laura!...I...Ahh!...I've...Goddd!...Never come like...Unn!... like this before!..." Brad gasped as the searing spurts of come finally started to slack off.

But Laura kept pumping him for more goo even as his turgid flesh started to soften in her hand. Finally Brad had to gasp...

"Easy Laura...Ahh...Goddd...I think I'm...Ummm...I'm just about done..." Brad groaned as the pulsing in his groin faded away.

Laura stopped stroking him but kept her hand gripping him just under his swollen cock crown.

"Are you sure baby?...I think you might have a little more for me!..."

And with that Laura turned the finger she had buried up her nephew's ass so that the back of her hand was towards the floor. She pushed it up him until she found his prostate. She stabbed her fingertip into that responsive node and pressed up on it firmly.

"Wahhhh!..." Brad cried, his knees turning to jelly when his aunt touched him there.

His pulse started to race and he couldn't get his breath. It felt like there was a thousand volts of electricity rushing through his loins. 

His balls tightened excruciatingly but didn't kick. Even so a searing stream of come surged from the end of his cock and trickled over his aunt's loosely clenching fist. And that stream went on and on as long as she kept the pressure up on his prostate.

Laura smiled at this and after a couple of more seconds stopped driving her finger into Brad's prostate. She silently counted to ten then jabbed her fingertip into that spongy glans once more.

"Whattt!...Nooo!..." Brad groaned. This time his legs did buckle and he slowly collapsed onto his knees under the streaming shower. He grabbed on to the toe tap to keep himself upright. Laura went down behind him keeping up a steady pressure with the finger she had impaling his anus.

"Umm Hmm!...Now you're starting to feel it aren't you baby?..." Laura purred smiling broadly as her nephew trembled at her obscene fondling.

"Phwahhhh!..." Brad keened in disbelief. Another gush of come was rushing out of his now achingly numb loins. The young man had no idea where this creamy deluge was coming from but it felt like his aunt was draining him from the very core of his being.

Laura slipped her prodding finger back an inch and waited.

"Just want to be sure I get it all!..." she purred.

"But what are you...how...there can't be any....Gahhhh!..." this last as Laura once again found his prostate and rubbed it persuasively with her fingertip.

White lights started flaring up in his peripheral vision and Brad couldn't get his breath.

Another stringy line of sperm oozed from his gaping pee slit and dribbled over his aunt's knuckles.

She could feel him sway on his knees in front of her as she toyed with his sensitive gland. She knew how effective this technique of milking was but it was also very debilitating for a man. She could easily make her nephew pass out if she manipulated him too long like this. When she could see his shoulders start to sag she eased her finger off that tender node.

"There! I think that should hold you for a little while!..."

"Ummm!...Godd!..How...how did you do that?..." Brad panted, having never felt so drained in his life.

His aunt just smiled enigmatically into his eyes. 

And then her nephew went..."Hahh!..." as she carelessly yanked her finger out of his ass with a quick snap of her wrist. He shuddered once more when she did that just like she thought he would. She let go his flaccid dick which drooped tiredly towards the floor.

"Now I'm just going to rinse off a little and then leave you to finish up in here and get ready for your date."

And with that Laura stood up and twirled around a couple of time under the shower spray making sure to get all the come and soap off her. She looked down and smiled to see her nephew still resting on his knees with his forehead against the tiles, trying to collect himself. She had done a good job of exhausting him.

When she was done Laura stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and wiped herself quickly. She was still pretty wet but it was a pool party after all. No one was going to notice.

She reached into the shower, turned off the hot water and turned the cold up to high.

Suddenly Brad yelped and scrambled to his feet. He tried to climb out of the shower but Laura stiff armed him and pushed him back under the icy spray. Holding him in place she said...

"That's more like it. Now get a move on and get cleaned up. Beth likes you and she's a good girl. I would be very disappointed if you're not on your best behaviour with her. And you don't want to disappoint your aunt Laura do you baby?..."

Brad was gasping from the chill of the frigid shower.

"N..n..n...noo!...A..a..a..aunt Laura..." he finally managed to stammer.

"Of course you don't! If it's not too late when you get home come and tell me all about your date. I'll be in my room...Oh, and Brad..."

"Y..y..yess...aunt Laura!..."

"Knock first, O.K. honey?.."

"S..s..sure, I will..." Brad promised.

And with a broad smile his aunt reached around him and turned off the cold water.

"That's a good boy!..."



Aunt Laura Ch. 02



Laura and I usually got together in the early evening. My parents were always downstairs watching their TV shows with Laura usually alone in her room upstairs. Although she never asked or invited me to do anything to her, she always was available to me and would do whatever I asked. She got in the habit of putting her stockings and high heels on because she knew I liked her that way. She would then cover herself with a short white silk robe and wait to see if I would come to her room each evening. There was nothing she would deny me and I knew that she was totally submissive to my desires even though I was just a teenager. So many times she had told me that I could ask her to do anything and she would do it.

My parents were going on a trip to Chicago for a convention and they asked Laura if she would look after me while they were gone. She agreed, of course, and they said they would be gone for an entire week. I was always home from class before Laura got in from work and I would do some homework and then go play some ball with my friends until dinner time. Laura said she would be home in time to fix our dinner and that it would be ready by 6:30 each night, so I should plan on being home by then. My brother had joined the Coast Guard the previous month and was away at boot camp in Cape May, New Jersey. It was to be just the two of us for the entire week. At this point in our activities, I had only allowed her to suck my cock, jerk me off and play with her body in front of me. But I knew that this week would be my opportunity for stepping up the action. 

Laura had already left for work when my parents said their goodbyes and took a cab to the airport. When they left, I went off to school. I knew that this would be a very exciting week but I also knew that I needed to be in control where Laura was concerned and take the lead in this relationship. At lunch, I went to a pay phone and called the hospital where she worked. She was a pharmacist and I was switched to her after waiting for a minute.

"Laura, it's Paul," I said, "I am looking forward to this week with you. Are you looking forward to what I am going to do to you this week," I asked her.

"I am, but it's a little busy in here right now. Can I talk to you when I get home later," she asked.

"No you can't, I need to hear you tell me that I can do anything I want to you. I need for you to tell me right now," I said to her with more force in my voice.

"Okay, let me walk over to the corner here," she said and I could hear her heels clicking on the hard floor. "Alright, I am over away from everyone."

"Tell me, Laura. Say it now," I told her.

"You can do whatever you want with me. I will do whatever you want and whatever you tell me to do," she said very softly into the phone.

"You're my whore aren't you Laura," I asked over the pay phone.

"Yes, I am your whore, Paul. I'm your dirty whore," she breathed through the receiver. It was obvious from the tremble in her voice that she was getting excited.

"Good," I said, "When I get home I want you in your heels and stockings, panties and bra with that short silk robe over it." After giving her this instruction, I just hung up the phone. I had just confirmed that this was going to be a very good week.

After school I went home and did my usual routine of getting my homework out of the way and then met up with some friends at the school yard for some basketball. The game broke up about 6pm and I walked back home and entered the house. I could smell dinner cooking and knew she was home. I went upstairs, took a shower and pulled on a T-shirt and shorts and then went downstairs to the kitchen.

Laura was standing at the sink washing off a pan when I walked in. With the noise from the water running, she had no idea that I came into the room. I liked seeing her sexy legs in the black stockings and heels and the short robe which really showed them off. As the water was shut off I cleared my throat and she seemed startled as she turned around and looked at me.

"Open the robe and show me that you paid attention to my instructions," I ordered as I held eye contact with her. Her hands went to the belt of the robe and untied it. Then she took both sides of the robe and pulled it open so I could see that she was wearing exactly what she was told to wear.

"Give me the robe," I said holding my hand out. She shrugged out of the robe and walked the few steps to hand me the garment.

"Now take off your bra and panties, Laura."

Still standing very close to me she slowly pulled the bra straps off her shoulders and then unclasped the center hooks and pulled the bra away from her big firm breasts. I held my hand out and she gave me the sexy piece of lace. Her hands then dropped to her hips and she slowly pulled her thin nearly transparent black panties down her legs to her shoes. She lifted each shoe and then stood up and handed me the black panties. I felt the thin fabric of the panties and the obvious moisture in the crotch of the black lace garment. 

"Your cunt is wet isn't it," I asked.

"Yes," she said, "I am very excited."

Looking at her taught sexy body in front of me I pulled down my shorts and my semi erect cock sprang out.

"Stroke it, Laura," I said to her, "Get me nice and hard."

"Should we go upstairs to my bedroom, Paul," she asked as her hand began to move up and down on my hard cock.

"Just do what you are told, tramp," I said as she continued to jerk me off right there in the center of the kitchen.

"Yes. Sir," she moaned at me and I could see how her submission deepened when I called her a tramp. She had never called me "Sir" before and I could tell how turned on she became when she used the word. My hands reached out and began to pull and pinch her nipples. They stood out and swelled immediately and I pinched harder and heard her moan loudly. My cock was like an iron rod and she had a firm grip on it as she stroked it.

"You like it when I hurt your tits don't you," I asked as I kept at her full, firm breasts and nipples.

"Oh, God, yes" she gasped, "Hurt my tits," she pleaded. "I love it when you use me like this, Sir" she confessed to me. Again she had called me Sir. I pulled her close to me and our lips met and then our tongues were dueling with each other as we tried to climb into each others mouth. I held her in my arms and pulled her tight to me and grabbed her firm naked ass. My fingers dug in and pulled her body to mine so my cock was pressed onto her belly.

I pulled her hair back and her face was away from mine. I could see her need and desire. He mouth hung opened as she gasped for air. I pulled her across the room by her hair and pushed her face down on the butcher block table.

"Bend over the table, you slut," I shouted and watched her body bend over the hard wood as her arms reached out and grabbed the far edges with her hands.

"Ask me to fuck you, Laura," I ordered.

"Fuck your whore, Sir" she whined, "Take your Aunt with your cock."

I had waited for this moment for weeks and here we were in the kitchen with her wearing just her stockings and heels and holding onto the table. She was so completely out of control and now begging for my cock. I knew without a doubt that I owned her and her body. Reaching down, I took my cock and ran it up and down her wet cunt. Then with one hard thrust, I pushed forward and buried myself all the way into her. I couldn't believe how wet and tight she was.

"Oh, yes," she cried out as I imbedded myself into her. My hands gripped her hips and I began to pound into her with a steady, hard motion. There was no technique, it was just raw need on my part. Her ass quickly found my rhythm and she met me with her own urgent need.

"Oh, yes," she was crying, "Fuck your whore, Sir." 

I could tell she was fast approaching her climax and I knew I was close as well. I kept up this pounding pace and felt her convulse and knew she was climaxing. Her orgasm sent me over the edge too. We both began to groan out our orgasms with me shooting hot cum deep into her. Her ass kept hammering back at me. She couldn't stop crying and moaning and begging.

"Fill your slut, Sir," she babbled, "Use your dirty Aunt. Oh, God, it feels so good. Cum in me, baby, please fuck your hot cum into me." 

My cock slowed as we both started to come down from this amazing climax and I pulled back and watched my cock slip out of her. I saw all the wetness and cum drip out of her and my cock was soaked with our mixture of sex fluids. Laura rose up and turned to me and began to kiss me.

"Thank you," she said as she looked deep in my eyes. "I need you so much. I will do anything for you. Just tell me what you want and I will do it. You own me, Sir."

"You're my property, Aunt Laura," I told her, "My dirty Aunt is my sex slave isn't she?"

"Oh, God, yes," she told me with her eyes still directly fixed on mine. I put my hand on top of her head and firmly pushed her down. She immediately complied and squatted in front of me.

"Clean off your owner, Laura," I ordered her and she took my wet cock into her mouth and sucked it and licked it as if she needed my cock more than she needed air. It was just 7:15 and we hadn't eaten dinner but I had just fucked this incredibly sexy older woman who pledged her body to me just moments ago. It dawned on me that I really did own her now as I watched her work on my cock. I also knew that she was not trying to clean me up but to get me hard all over again.

"Let's go up to your room," I told her as I pulled her up by her hair and pointed her toward the stairs. As she walked in front of me I loved the look of her tight little ass and the motion of her hips. I reared back and hit her naked ass with a loud slap. Laura stopped immediately and bent over and looked back at me saying, "Hit me some more. I like it when you slap me and hurt me, Sir." I hit her twice more and then pushed her toward the steps. Then something occurred to me.

"Stop," I told her, "and go back to the kitchen and get the large stainless steel spatula and then come up to your bedroom."

"Yes, Sir," she said and immediately walked back down the stairs as I continued on up to her bedroom.

I waited up in her room and then heard her footsteps back on the staircase. She walked into the room and I was sitting in the big chair beside her bed. I saw the large spatula in her hand and also a long metal ruler in the other hand.

"I thought you may want to use the ruler on me too, Sir," she said as she came to me and held both instruments out in front of her.

"You're a thoughtful whore, Laura," I said taking both shiny pieces of metal. "Tell me where you need me to use the ruler."

"Anywhere you want, Sir," she said in a low subdued voice. "Maybe on my big tits if you like."

"Bend forward over the bed," I told her and she turned and assumed the position right away.

With her hands holding the bedding in a tight grip I immediately went to her side and began to use the spatula on her exposed ass. The sound of the cracks were very loud in the room and she cried out with each one. I alternated between each of her ass cheeks and saw the deepening red marks on them. After a total of ten hard smacks, I stopped.

"Now turn on your back on top of the bed," I ordered. 

Laura was breathing very heavily but turned over and stretched her arms wide on the bed exposing her body completely to me. I now had the ruler in my hand and slapped it on her left nipple. She moaned loudly and I then hit her right nipple with a firm rap too. Then alternating between them, I hit her for several more hard slaps with the cold steel.

I could see the incredible hardness of her nipples along with the bright red strips about an inch wide across them. Without warning, I then took the ruler and hit her between her legs directly on her exposed cunt lips and extended clit.

"Oh my God," she screamed looking up at me and watching me wield the weapon again on her sensitive cunt.

"You want more, don't you, slut," I asked looking into her eyes.

"Please, Sir, hit your slave. Hurt me, Sir," she pleaded.

I knew how sexually out of control she was getting from the hard slaps on her body and I hit her several more hard direct hits on her clit. Her heels dug into the mattress and she was moving her hips up to me as I spanked her wet cunt with the ruler. It was like I was fucking her with each slap. Her high heels were planted on the mattress top as she rocked her hips up to expose herself completely for each hard blow. Then I stopped and reached for her hair and pulled her up to a sitting position. I then turned and walked to the chair and sat down with my incredibly hard cock sticking straight up.

"Come over here and sit on my cock. Ride me with your cunt," I said as she approached me. She put her stocking covered knees outside my legs on the seat cushion and slowly guided her excited and beaten cunt down onto me. Her weight pressed down as I slid all the way up into her. She took a deep breath and then began to move herself forward and back on my cock as it stayed fully engulfed inside her. She was moving herself very fast and then leaned forward with her hands to take hold of my shoulders to help her leverage her cunt against me.

"That's it Laura, bang me with your cunt," I told her as my hands took her big tits and pinched down on her swollen, beaten nipples.

"Oh, God, I'm cumming," she screamed as I watched her body spasm over me and her hips grind down to feed her shattering orgasm.

"Your cum. Please, I need your cum in me," she pleaded as the perspiration beaded up on her perfect skin. I knew that I couldn't hold out much longer and took her hips in my hands and began to move her on my cock like a rag doll. Her head rolled back and her arms hung down beside her as I moved her in this tight grip until I was ready to cum.

"Oh, you slut," I grunted as I felt my cum began to fire up into her and she stayed in her high state of arousal as she felt it flood into her. Pushing her back a bit I looked into her dazed eyes as she seemed drunk or stoned.

"On your knees now and put me in your mouth," I said to her and she moved slowly in her foggy state. She raised herself off me and then off the chair's edge. She took my hard, wet cock and engulfed it. Her mouth sucked the remainder of the warm cum down her throat with her hand holding it at the base. After a few minutes of her oral magic, I pushed her away and she just seemed to sit there in complete exhaustion on her heels in front of me. She looked in a state of complete sexual exhaustion as I got up and walked to the door.

"Be in my room tomorrow morning before you leave for work. I will need you to suck another load of cum. Make sure your makeup is on and your lipstick color is red," I said as I left the room.

It was about 6:30AM when I started to awaken and then realized that the covers were pulled back and Laura was bobbing her head up and down on my fully erect cock. I laid there enjoying her talents for some time before I looked down to see her. She was dressed in a summer print dress and was kneeling on the bed so I could see her sexy heels and black stockings sticking out below the hem of the dress.

"Look up at me so I can see your face Laura," I told her.

She turned with my cock still in her mouth and I could see her pretty face all make up and her bright red lipstick staring up at me.

"Pull your dress up over your ass so I can see it while you suck my cock," I told her. 

Laura reached back and pulled the hem up and slowly lifted it up over her ass. All the time she was doing this she was also looking up at me with her red lips working hard on my cock. I reached out and touched her smooth sexy butt and heard her whimper as I slowly rubbed it as she went down deeper on me. My hand slowly moved from her ass down to her thigh and to her stocking tops and back up again. She was pushing herself against my hand as I did this.

"How long before you have to leave for work," I asked her. Her mouth came off my cock briefly so she could respond.

"I need to leave in 30 minutes."

I pushed her away from me as I got up and walked around behind her. My hands took her black silk panties and glided them down over her nice tight ass as she kneeled there without moving.

"Put your head down so your ass is up higher for me to fuck," I ordered her.

She had her head resting on her forearms on the mattress and her ass was at the edge of the bed and high enough for me to reach it easily with my cock as I stood behind her.

"Tell me what you need, slut." I demanded as my hand delivered a hard slap to her upturned ass.

"Your slut needs your cock, Sir" she said in a strained, ragged voice that was filled with sexual need. I loved the look of her like this with her ass framed by the black garter belt that held her stockings up and the obvious moisture on her exposed pussy lips.

"Then put me inside your cunt," I told her as I watched her hand reach from between her legs to grasp my cock and position it at the wet opening. She then pushed herself back onto me and I was moving deeper and deeper into her. Her hips then pushed down and I was fully captured inside her warm cunt.

"Oh, God, yes," she cried out as her hips moved on me and demanded my cock use her needy body.

"That's it, Bitch, fuck your nephew," I moaned as I stood there watching her do an erotic lap dance on my rock hard cock. Her hips were pounding my cock as she drove me in and out of her.

"Uh huh, uh huh, make me cum" she moaned as she moved with an urgency that was driven by her need for an orgasm.

"Oh, that's it, you slut, fuck me like that," I said as I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. But Laura was way ahead of me and she screamed as the moment hit and her hands clawed the sheets and her body shook from the spasms of her ongoing climax. I couldn't wait any longer and took her hips in a strong grip and buried myself as deep as possible inside her. My cock convulsed and started to spray cum deep inside her milking pussy. It was an incredible feeling and I thought to myself as I began to come down from this amazing orgasm that this was only the beginning of a week with just the two of us alone in the house.

When I finally pulled out, I watched my cum and her juices dripping out of her. She just stayed there in that same position until I realized that she was waiting for me to tell her she could get up.

"I am going to take a shower before school. You can put your panties back on but do not wipe away any cum. I want it to drip out of you all day long so you can remember whose slut you are. I'll call you at work later on," I said leaving the room without turning around and heading into the bathroom down the hall. As I walked into the bathroom I heard a faint, "Yes, Sir," as I closed the door.

The phone rang in the pharmacy where Laura was alone and the other pharmacists were out at lunch. She walked over to the phone and answered it as she would at any other time during the day.

"Hospital Pharmacy, this is Laura, can I help you," was her standard speech when answering.

"Tell me, Laura, are you a slut," were the words that caused a tremor to go through her body. All morning she waited for the call but it didn't come and she had forgotten about it during her busy work day. Her mouth went dry and she had trouble responding.

"Yes, Sir," she breathed out, "I am a slut."

"I'm going to hurt your tits again tonight before I fuck you. Do you want me to hurt them? You seemed to like it last night, didn't you," I said teasing her and making her feel both stimulated and humiliated.

"Oh, yes, I want that. Oh please, Sir, I need you to hurt my tits" she said into the phone as her breathing became difficult and she felt her chest tighten from the arousal. Her nipples were hardening and she had to control herself from taking her nipples and pinching them hard. She wondered how she could go from a normal workday mode to an aroused submissive bitch in just a few seconds.




Aunt Laura Ch. 02



All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.



Brad got to the country and western bar promptly at 9:00. He was really excited to be meeting Beth. He was walking a little gingerly when he got there because his balls were still gently aching. His aunt had worked him over pretty good in the shower. He still was at a loss as to how she had made him come so much. But she had. He hoped he wasn't too exhausted to enjoy his evening with Beth. But one thing was for sure. He wasn't going to get off again prematurely. Aunt Laura had seen to that.

The bar was pretty busy. Not like the week before when it had been packed. But still there were plenty of people there. Brad walked around and soon spotted Beth at a little stand-up table in a corner of the bar. There was a very pretty woman standing there with her. She was talking very seriously to Beth as Brad approached them.

Beth looked up, saw him walking over and gave him a radiant smile. She stepped away from the table, took Brad's arm and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hi 'ya. I'm glad you got here..." she said with sparkling eyes.

"This is my friend Jenny. Jenny...this is Brad."

"Hi Brad. Beth's been telling me about you. She says you're a pretty good dancer. I hope you can handle both of us."

"Well she may have been exaggerating just a little. She was making me look good last week but that was then and this is now."

"Oh I'm sure you're just being modest Brad. You sound just like my husband Dave. Except when he says he can't dance he's being generous. Where the heck is he anyway..." Jenny said looking around expectantly.

By now Brad had had a chance to look at Beth's friend properly and there were two things about her that he found quite striking.

Jenny was wearing cut-off jeans, little sneakers and socks as well as a plum colored, spandex top.

Brad wasn't totally sure but his guess was that Jenny was pregnant. Maybe three or four months. He didn't know. He wasn't good at these things. She wasn't showing a lot but there was a very well defined bulge just above her little shorts. Also, her breasts looked noticeably swollen on a girl who otherwise had such a slender frame. Brad was only guessing but he thought those prominent orbs were probably a full cup size bigger, if not more, than they had been a couple of months earlier.

She looked positively glowing and full of life. This was especially striking in her sparkling green eyes. Brad had never seen eyes so vibrantly colored and every time she looked at him he couldn't turn his eyes away from her.

But when he wasn't staring at Jenny he was ogling Beth who looked every bit as gorgeous as she had when he met her last week. She was wearing stiletto heels, smoky grey stockings and a black leather skirt that came down to just above her knee. The leather skirt accentuated the curve of her hips and her half moon shaped ass. Above that she was wearing a sleeveless grey satin top. The blouse had no buttons and gaped open from her neck to her waist. Under that she was wearing a strapless black satin bra that was straining mightily to contain her fulsome breasts. Brad had his hands full trying to look the statuesque beauty in the eye.

"Oh there he is!..." Jenny cried pointing to a tall gangly young man who was standing across the room waving at them. He was standing next to a booth that a waitress was clearing and he was trying to get their attention.

"He's got us a table. Isn't he the best! Come on Brad I want you to meet my guy..." Jenny enthused, grabbing Brad's hand and pulling him behind her.

They left behind their drinks which were just about done anyway.

"Dave, this is Brad, Beth's friend. Brad. This is my husband Dave."

"Hello Dave. Nice to meet you. Jenny's been threatening to drag me out on the dance floor but I'm thinking you're probably a more likely victim than me. Congratulations by the way. I see you two are expecting."

By now everyone was sliding into the booth, Brad and Beth opposite Jenny and Dave.

Dave must have ordered drinks because the waitress was returning with a pitcher of beer, three glasses and a glass of Coke for Jenny.

"Thanks Brad. We're pretty excited. Sixteen weeks down and twenty one more to go. And can you believe it. I haven't gained a single pound!"

Jenny punched him hard in the arm when he said that. At the same time she was leaning towards her husband. She had her shoulders back so that her creamy breasts were thrusting proudly out of the rounded cleavage of her top.

"I didn't hear you complaining when you were playing submarine between these babies the other night!..." she said.

Dave's cheeks turned so red they matched Beth's gleaming lipstick

"Ahhh!...Geez Jenny!...These guys don't want to hear about that stuff..." he stammered in embarrassment.

"Of course we do..." Beth replied. She went on...

"Do you need a snorkel or can we play right here?..."

"You don't need a snorkel but how long can you hold your breath?..." Jenny replied mischievously.

For some reason the girls thought this was enormously funny and they both convulsed in laughter. From then on the conversation only got more raunchy and everyone was laughing and trying to outdo one another with inane remarks.

Brad felt immediately at ease with Beth's friends and was just as animated as anyone. 

As it got later and the crowd got more into the music the four young people spent a lot of time on the dance floor, Brad with Beth, Dave with Jenny, then they switched, then the girls took a turn together. The first pitcher of beer disappeared, as did the second. They were working on their third and Jenny was on God knows her umpteenth glass of Coke. Brad was out on the floor, stomping and spinning with her in time with some Scut Haggard song. Then the music abruptly segued to a slow song and Brad found himself with Jenny's arms draped around his neck and her slightly bulging tummy pressing warmly into his.

"God. This is so much fun. Just like we used to have..." the vivacious red head murmured to Brad.

"Hey. You guys make a great couple. You're going to be great parents. Anyone can see that."

Jenny leaned back in Brad's arms and looked at him appraisingly for a moment. Then she said...

"I probably shouldn't say this Brad but Dave and I haven't had sex in two months."

Brad was a little taken a back by this candid confession and couldn't think of a thing to say.

"Ever since I told Dave I was pregnant he won't do it with me anymore. He says he's worried about hurting the baby. I've shown him all the articles that say it's perfectly O.K. but he say he's not comfortable with it. Now all he wants is for me to go down on him. I mean I don't have a problem with that. Oral sex is great but I have my needs too! We used to do it like rabbits, all the time. Out in the back yard, on the kitchen counter, in front of the TV, in the backseat of the car, in the front seat of the car, wherever!"

Brad was completely shocked by Jenny's unexpected revelation. He really didn't know what to say to all this. What he wanted to do was to get their conversation back on less intimate ground. But Jenny was on a rant now...

"Now he's just like...'Let's just wait 'til after you have the baby... Just to be sure... And by the way, do you think you could blow me?...' I don't understand how he can be so insensitive about this!.. It's a real bummer...How can guys be so selfish?..."

"Jen...Why don't we go back and sit down. I don't know what to tell you but if there's anything I can do to help you know I'd be more than happy."

Jenny looked at Brad with another long, thoughtful look and then she let him lead her off the dance floor and back to their booth. They sat down next to each other on one side of the booth. Jenny squirmed around for a moment in her seat and then she reached down for Brad's hand.

"Here. I want you to feel something..." she said.

She took Brad's hand and pulled it over onto her stomach.

Brad was enthralled to feel how firm and smooth the rounded bump under her spandex top felt. 

But then Jenny surprised him by moving his hand lower. In another moment Brad felt her steering his hand between her legs.

He gasped in surprise as he realized that Jenny had undone the button and the zipper of her little cut-off jean shorts. His eyes went wide as he felt her pressing his fingers through her wiry pubic hair and down into the center of her groin. He felt her little nylon panties drag over the back of his wrist as she guided his fingers to rest on her puffy slit. 

Her green eyes were fixed excitedly on his as she whispered..."I am so hot for it. You have no idea. Curl your finger under. See how wet I am..."

"Ahhh...Jenny...I don't think...I mean...I'm sure you're just going through a little... Ahhh... rough patch right now and this probably isn't a ...Umm... a good idea you know!"

"Do it!...Just do it!..." the red-head hissed.

Brad didn't want to cause a scene so he did as she asked. He curled his finger and slipped his finger tip into Jenny's seething pussy. Her pursed little clam was satiny slick and closed on his intruding digit like it was trying to suck it in deeper.

"Oh yesss!...That's what I'm talking about!.." Jenny enthused, her eyes sparkling with a feverish excitement.

"That's what you're talking about what?..." Beth asked, suddenly looming over the table from out of nowhere.

Brad looked up in total shock to see Beth and Dave manoeuvring around each other just before they sat next to their respective partners.

He tried to pull his hand out of Jenny's crotch but she slammed her thighs on it and sank her sharp fingernails into the back of his wrist to keep it right where it was.

"Nahhh!...It's nothing!..." he gasped in a barely audible voice.

"Clothes!..." Jenny said without missing a beat.

"What?..." Beth said with a very curious look.

"I was just telling Brad how hard it is to get the size I want now that I'm pregnant. Remember. I was saying something to you about that very thing before Brad got here..."

"Ummm. You did say something about that didn't you..." Beth said. She looked at Brad's crimson face and a funny sort of smile creased her lips.

"I told you Dave was useless about that sort of thing. Not feeling comfortable in the maternity department and all that. But Brad seems a little more interested. He said he thinks my wardrobe just needs a little tweaking...Well maybe a serious tweaking!..." Jenny went on, squirming a little on Brad's prodding finger.

"Oh come on man. You can't be serious..." Dave groaned in disbelief.

"Well...Yeah...I mean you gotta' admit...Jenny could slip on just about anything and still look amazing..." Brad said, blushing uncontrollably as Dave's wife's juicy pussy fluttered around his reluctant finger.

"Well tuck my pleats! Beth... you didn't tell us you invited Calvin Klein along tonight!..." Dave said laughing.

Beth didn't answer right away. She was looking at her friend Jenny like she was trying to decide something. Then finally she smiled and gripping Dave's arm said..." Come on you Neanderthal. If they're going to talk 'early term waistlines' you and me might as well take another turn around the dance floor.

"Hey I know as much about insert panels as he does!"

But Dave's enthusiasm wasn't convincing and it didn't take much coaxing on Beth's part to lead him back to the dance floor.

Jenny and Brad remained where they were with Jenny holding Brad's hand trapped between her clutching legs. She looked at him with steady eyes for a moment then she relaxed the pressure of her thighs. 

Brad breathed a sigh of relief as he moved his hand away. Jenny continued looking at him as she did up her little shorts under the table. Then she stood up and took Brad's hand in hers.

"Come on!..." she said, pulling Brad after her.

"But where...where are we going?..." he asked as Jenny led him to the back of the bar.

She didn't answer him but marched down the hallway towards the bathrooms. She stopped at an exit door near the end of the hall and slammed it open. They were out in the parking lot and Jenny was pulling Brad across it. 

Just beyond the illumination of the parking lot lights he could see a small park like area with a big commercial Bar-B-Q and a scattering of picnic tables. That was where Jenny was leading him.

"What will the others think?..." he asked nervously.

They'll just think we're out on the dance floor..."

Jenny pulled him over to one of the shadowed picnic tables. She turned to lean her butt against it and let go of his hand.

Even in the dim light Brad could see Jenny's sparkling green eyes flashing wickedly.

"I want to show you something..." she said in a gravely murmur. And so saying she reached up with one hand and stretched her spandex top down towards her waist, baring one of her succulent tits.

"Holy shit!..." Brad gasped in surprise. Jenny's creamy globe was capped with a large maroon aureole and a spiky pink nipple. The smiling red head hefted that pendular orb with both hands.

"Come a little closer baby! This is what I wanted to show you..." Jenny whispered. Squeezing the underside of that swollen orb with one hand, she started tweaking her nipple fairly roughly.

Brad was entranced with her shameless tit play. His cock stiffened up into crow bar like proportions in his pants. Hardly aware of what he was doing, he leaned down to look more closely at her temptingly displayed breast.

"Ready?..." she asked.

And then, before what Brad knew what was happening, a fine, thread-like jet of liquid sprayed from Jenny's nipple onto his upper lip.

Without even thinking about it, Brad licked her breast milk up with his tongue. It was kind of watery and a little sweet. But just the fact that it was the product of Jenny's exposed tit made Brad instantly hunger for more.

"Oh my God!...That's amazing!..." he groaned.

"Isn't it neat! I just started this week. But I'm leaking the stuff all the time..." Jenny said, gently squeezing her nipple and making a creamy trickle of milk spill across her aureole.

"We shouldn't waste it..." she said, lifting her dripping breast toward Brad like an offering.

"Geez Jenny...We can't!..." Brad whimpered, casting his eyes up anxiously to hers.

But the red head's smile only grew broader as she said..."Don't be so nervous. You know you want to."

And with that she moved the hand that had been squeezing her nipple to the back of Brad's head and pulled his face against her chest.

Instinctively Brad's mouth opened wide and he inhaled as much of her creamy tit flesh into his mouth as he could.

"Ummm!...That's it!...Suck on me!..." Jenny demanded.

Brad was already doing that, and with enthusiasm. His hands came up and he cupped them around Jenny's. Now there were three hands caressing her swollen boob. He flipped at her hard nipple with his tongue trying to coax more of that mouth-watering syrup from her. But it wasn't working. He mewed like a frustrated kitten.

"Suck it harder!..." Jenny hissed.

Brad didn't want to be too rough but he did as she said. He even bit lightly into her puffy aureole.

"Yesss!..." hissed Jenny as electric darts of excitement lanced through her chest.

Brad's efforts were rewarded.

"Mmm!...Mmm Hmm!..." he moaned in a guttural murmur as a steady stream of milky fluid poured into his mouth.

That watery nectar tasted ambrosial to Brad and he eagerly sucked for more. 

"That's it baby! Take all you want. But we'll leave the other one for Dave. He can do that one later. He loves it too!..."

Brad hardly heard her, so rapt up was he in his feverish suckling. He didn't notice it when Jenny undid her little jeans and dropped them around her ankles. Nor did he notice when she opened his pants and pushed them with his shorts down around his knees.

It was only when she hunched her butt back up onto the picnic table and his mouth popped off her breast with an audible slurp that he opened his eyes and looked around him.

His chin was dripping with Jenny's creamy liquid as was the end of her still exposed boob.

She was propped on the table ahead of him in the most erotic pose he had ever seen.

She still had on her little sneakers which she had brought up onto the edge of the table, her knees raised high and spread wide. She was leaning back slightly on her hands. Her fleshy labia were swollen and were visibly pulsing as if they had a life of their own. Brad could clearly see the parted center of her opening. It was gleaming wetly with her juices.

He raised his eyes nervously to hers.

"Ahhh!...We should get back don't you think?...They're probably wondering where we are..."

Jenny didn't say anything but she moved one hand down in front of her crotch and crooked her index finger at Brad invitingly.

"Come here baby!...You know what I want!..."

Brad bit his lip in hesitation. He was so nervous that it was all he could do to move just half a step closer to Jenny's beckoning loins. But that was near enough.

The seductive red head's little hand flashed out with serpent like quickness and closed around Brad's erection.

"Oh God!... I need it so bad baby!...You have no idea!..." Jenny hissed as she pulled Brad towards her by his dick until she had the blunt nose of his tool nudging into her opening.

She pushed her encircling fist to the root of his shaft and pulled him into her.

"Nahhhh!..." Brad croaked at the feel of Jenny's torrid flesh surrounding his sensitive cock crown.

"Yesss!...That's it!...Put it in me!...Do it!...I can't wait to feel your big cock filling me up!...It's been too long!..." the red head groaned, biting her lower lip. She let go of the root of Brad's tool and grabbed onto the front of his shirt with both hands. With her knees spread apart, she held herself wide open, eager for the thrust of the rigid tool that was just barely inside her.

Brad was a mass of conflicting emotions. There was Beth to think about and Jenny's husband Dave. This girl was pregnant after all and he wondered fleetingly if he should be concerned about that.

But no matter how much he might have wanted to be a better man, he wasn't. He closed his hands on Jenny's and holding them tight he hunched forward into her smoldering cauldron.

"Oh yesss!..." Jenny cried as Brad's engorged cock plowed into her.

"Nahhhh!...Oh Geez!...." Brad moaned, as Jenny's greasy sheath spread then closed around the length of his meat. He held himself perfectly still inside her, marvelling at the searing heat that was scorching his length. His arousal was so great he could barely breathe.

"Shit yess baby!...Just...just hold still for a second...Ahhh!...Umm Hmm!...It's...it's been a while!...Oh Goddd!..." Jenny gasped, squirming on Brad's plundering cock like a bug on a pin.

Brad did as he was told. He could distinctly feel the baby bulge pushing against his stomach and there was something incredibly arousing about that. He was so excited he was afraid that if he moved it would be all over even before he got started. And he didn't think that would make the writhing young beauty beneath him very happy. So he held very still inside her. 

But it didn't take long for Jenny to adjust to his throbbing length. Soon she started using her hands to urge him to move inside her.

"I'm being such a bad girl aren't I baby?...Letting you fuck me like this... What kind of a girl would let you do that?...Let you stuff her with your big cock when you hardly know her?...I can't believe I'm behaving like such a whore?...And whore's are there to be fucked aren't they baby?...Is that what you're going to do to me Brad?...Fuck me like a whore?...Fuck me stupid and then shoot a big load inside me?...I hope that's what you're going to do!.."

As she spoke Jenny had wound her hands tight in Brad's shirt and was pushing him back and forth, working about half his length in and out of her receptive tunnel.




Aunt Laura Ch. 02



"Oh Godd Jenny!...Dave must be an idiot!...Any guy in that bar would kill to be in you like this!..." Brad moaned, driving harder into the red-head's leeching pussy as his come began to churn for release.

"Ahh!...Yes!...Fuck me like that!...Harder!...Umm Hmm!...That's it...Really pound me!...Pound the slut mommy!...Yeahhh!...Like that!...Fuck the pregnant girl like you mean it!... Um Hmm!...Shove that big dick right into my womb!...Ahhh!...Do it!...Umm Hmm!...Yeah!..." Jenny encouraged, her eyes flashing with her own growing excitement

Brad couldn't believe this sweet looking little girl was talking so dirty to him and it was driving him crazy.

He reached out and grabbed her spandex top and yanked it down so that both her creamy tits were exposed. He closed a hand over each of them and squeezed hard as he increased the speed of his already frenetic fucking.

"Yeah!...Oh yeah!...You want It?...You want it hard?..." he panted.

"Hard as you!...Yess!...Yess!...Unn Hnn!...Give it to me!...Like that!...Unn Hnn...Do me like that!...Make me really feel it Brad!...Bang the shit out of me!..."

"I'll give it to you just the way you want it!...Like this!...Umm Hmm!...And this!...And thisss!...God yesss!..." Brad cried, driving himself in and out of Jenny's sloppy hole with feverish lunges.

"Oh yeah!...You sweet fuck!!...Don't stop!...Unn Hnn!...Do me!...Un Hnn!... Fuck me!... Fuck me with all you've got!..." Jenny cried .

But even as she was yelling out her lewd encouragement her hands were moving to Brad's waist. For a moment more she yanked him in and out of the upturned saddle of her loins. But then her hands closed harder on his hips and with a strength Brad would never have guessed she had, she stopped him in mid lunge and held him still with just half his cock buried inside her.

"What?...What is it?...What are you...?...Ahhh..." Brad groaned in dismay.

But Jenny had her eyes closed and her head thrown back. She was barely able to answer..."Wait!...Wait for it!...I'm gonna'...gonna'...Ohhh!...Shitttt!..." she gasped.

And then Brad could feel her inner vagina starting to spasm on his throbbing tool.

"Ohhh!...Ohhh!...Ahhh!..." Jenny yelped. And with each little cry she pulled Brad a little deeper into her. And the further in he went, the more he could feel the wracking spasms that were racing through her loins.

"Ohhh!...Ohhh Noooo!...Ahhh!...Jenny!...Wait!...Just hold still a moment!...You're gonna' make me!...Ahhh!...Don't!...Noo!..." Brad whimpered as Jenny's pulsing interior milked his length like a pressing hand. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold it if she didn't stop.

But the sprawled out red-head had no intention of stopping, She was coming and she was coming hard. And she wanted Brad all the way inside her when her orgasm was at its peak. She wrapped her sneaker clad ankles around his ass and slowly pulled him all the way into her.

"Yesss!...Oh god baby!...I'm coming so good!...You too!...Come in me... All the way inside me!... Now!...Come for me!...Do it!...Come inside me!... I'm already knocked up!...Fill me with it!..." Jenny urged.

And using her encircling legs she hauled on Brad's loins, pulling him into her so completely that the blunt nose of his cock jammed up against her hard edged uterus. That and the feeling of her searing channel pulsing around his length was more than Brad could handle.

Reflexively he twisted Jenny's breasts like he meant to rip them off her chest. His legs stiffened, and he leaned into her as his balls convulsed and a searing jet of sperm erupted into the opening of her womb.

"Oh my Godd!..." Jenny gasped, her eyes going wide at the feel of Brad's molten come streaming into her.

Her orgasmic spasms, which had just started to ease, resumed with even more intensity. Her whole body trembled and shook with every scorching blast of jism that Brad fired into her.

"Nahhh!...Ahhh!...Ahhh!...Unnn!..." he whimpered as his testicles jetted out an almost continuous stream of come.

"Yess!...Yes!...That's it!...Come in me!...Un Hnn!...I feel it!...Oh Godd!...So hot!... Ahhh!...Don't stop!...Un Hnn!...Unn Hnn!...That's sooo good!..." Jenny enthused. She held his loins so tightly to hers that it would have taken a jackhammer to separate them.

And a jackhammer is exactly what his cock felt like as it pounded and erupted inside Jenny' greedy little pussy.

Brad's heart was beating so fast his head began to swim. The red-head's torrid fucking was draining him to the core. He felt like his very essence was being sucked out of him and he thought that he might faint. He wondered briefly how she would explain what had happened to him when she had to go for help.

But in a moment more both young people's breathing began to return a little more to normal. Jenny eased the pressure of her gripping thighs. Brad could do little more that stand there as his softening pecker oozed out its final dribbles of sperm into her now sodden center.

The young girl looked up at him with a satisfied smile as she waited for Brad to finish inside her.

Brad didn't realize she was waiting for him until she finally said..." Are you done?..." as she lowered her legs and put her little feet back on the edge of the picnic table.

"Whaa?...Unnn...Yeah...I guess..." he answered, not fully processing what was going on.

"Well?..." asked Jenny patiently...."Are you going to take it out?..."

"Huhh!...Oh sure..." Brad answered.

He took a shaky half step backwards and his semi-hard tool slipped out of her with an audible slurp.

Brad looked down and was spellbound by the river of creamy goo that was running out of the red head's gaping center.

Jenny didn't make any move to get back on her feet. She just lay back on the picnic table, propped up on her elbows, watching Brad stare at her drooling pussy. Finally she said in a husky murmur..."Do you want to kiss it?..."

Brad was amazed by her question. His eyes jumped up to hers only to find Jenny regarding him with a knowing smile.

He looked back down at her lightly fringed oval and the creamy trail of juice still seeping out of her. He knew he should be horrified at the idea of kissing her there now. But instead he found himself leaning down into the Vee of her upraised knees. He moved his mouth down and puckered his lips around her distended clit. He sucked that greasy morsel into his mouth and gave it a long, slow swipe with his tongue.

"Nahhh!...Shittt!..."Jenny gasped. She reached down and framed his face with her hands.

"Easy baby!...I'm pretty sensitive right now!..." she purred, squirming in delight from his oral attentions.

Brad hardly heard her as he tentatively pushed his tongue deeper into her. It was like licking the bottom of a bowl of ice cream. Then he deliberately dragged his tongue back up through her slit, this time doing a slow circle around her clit before giving that tender nub a slow, wet suck. 

"Ahhh!...Shit!...." Jenny gasped, flopping around on the picnic table like a freshly landed flounder.

He did it again three times real quick and got her shuddering like she was getting some kind of electric shock treatment.

But then she slammed her knees together.

" Come here you!..." she hissed as she reached down and pulled Brad's mouth up to hers. She drove her little tongue into his mouth with such ferocity that she actually sucked the air out of his lungs.

Brad returned her kiss with enthusiasm. After another long moment of lip twisting and tongue flailing the couple broke apart from their clinch.

"We better get back..." Jenny said quietly.

"Oh yeah. We should..." Brad replied.

The pregnant girl stood up while Brad pulled up his shorts and pants with shaking hands.

Jenny got herself back into her shorts and top. Then she pulled a wad of Kleenex out of her little purse and mopped up the residue of breast milk that was darkening her shirt.

Two minutes later they were heading back across the parking lot and into the club through the back door they had used earlier.

When they got back to their table Beth and Dave were sitting there, deep in conversation. They didn't even see them when Jenny and Brad strode up to the booth.

Just as they were sitting down, Dave finally noticed them and said..."Well here they are!...Where have you two been?...We were beginning to think you'd been abducted by aliens."

"Ahhh... we just went outside for a minute..." Brad said quietly.

"For the meteor shower..." Jenny added.

"Meteor shower?...What meteor shower?..." Dave asked.

"Why, didn't you hear about it? We heard the people at the next table talking about it. They said there was supposed to be this fantastic meteor shower at 12:15. It sounded pretty cool. So we figured we'd go out and see it."

"And did you?... See it?...I mean... the meteor shower?..." Beth asked with a broad smile.

Brad got the distinct impression that she wasn't actually asking about meteor showers.

"Well at first we didn't. Brad wanted to come back in but I convinced him to stay with me. Then we started to see these little trails of light across the sky and they were getting bigger and brighter and suddenly there it was, right on top of us, this incredible light show. It really took my breath away. It just seemed to go on and on. And then, finally, there was this really big flash, like two of the meteors must have collided or something. It was really exciting. I don't know how long we were out there. I guess we just sort of lost track of time it being our very first meteor shower and all."

"That does sound exciting! The way you describe it! Was it good for you too Brad? I didn't know you were into celestial bodies. It was a celestial body you were looking at wasn't it?..." Beth asked with that same smirky smile on her face.

"Oh yeah! For sure! It was really something! I'd never seen anything like it before..." Brad answered, watching Beth warily.

"So have you two been tearing up the dance floor while we were out there?..." he asked, really wanting to change the subject.

"Well I don't like to brag but I will say that Beth had her work cut out for her keeping up with me..." Dave said with a beaming smile.

Beth playfully lunged across the table at him but Dave was quick enough to jerk himself back out of her reach.

After that the evening went on really well with lots of banter and drinking and dancing.

Brad could see that Jenny was flushed and smiling and looking very relaxed and attractive. Just as he was thinking this he noticed that Beth was looking back and forth between him and Jenny like she was thinking the same thing.

In fact, just at that moment Beth caught his eye, smiled at him and raised an eyebrow as if to say... 'Did you really?'

But Brad figured he must be imagining things. He didn't need to get himself into trouble by opening his big mouth.

So he didn't say anything and eventually the evening sort of wound down.

Jenny and Dave and Brad and Beth were out in the parking lot saying goodnights. Brad looked guiltily a couple of times over toward the picnic table that he and Jenny had christened earlier.

And then they all were in their cars and Brad was driving Beth home.

The raven haired beauty was pretty quiet at first. She sort of curled up in the passenger seat with her back against the door. She brought one knee up on the seat and in doing so her little leather skirt hiked up her thigh. Brad wondered if she realized she was exposing a lot of leg as well as her stocking tops. When he glanced down he did a double take. He could almost see the triangle between her loins just beneath the edge of her little skirt.

Beth saw him staring and a little smile curled the corners of her mouth.

"So you and Beth were gone for a long time. What were you doing?..."

"Ahh...We were watching the meteors and like that..." Brad said unconvincingly.

"Come off it. I've known Jenny for a long time and she could care less about space junk unless it was the missile in your pants. Were you two foolin' around out there?..."

"How can you even ask that!...I only just met her and besides, she's married and she's pregnant....What kind of a guy do you think I am?..."

"Look, if some cute little red-head got her hand down your pants and her tongue in your ear, you'd do just about anything she wanted you to. That's the way guys are. And it wouldn't make any difference if she was married or pregnant. If she got your dick hard enough you'd do her in a heartbeat. And my Jenny knows how to get what she wants. I know that 'freshly fucked' look she gets afterwards. And that was definitely how she was looking when you guys came back in the bar. So tell me what happened. I won't be mad. I want to hear all about it."

Brad could feel a cold sweat break out on his forehead. He didn't think he had the nerve to brazen it out. Beth was looking at him with that canary smile that said that she could read his mind.

So he hemmed and he hawed for a minute but then the story came out. 'He didn't know what she had in mind. She had taken him completely by surprise. One minute they were just standing there and the next she had one of those juicy tits of hers out and she was feeding it to him and...and ...what was he supposed to do. She had his pants down before he even knew what she was doing. And after that...she said she really needed it...that it didn't really mean anything...that it was just sex and he should relax and enjoy it. He knew it wasn't right. And he certainly didn't want to upset her, meaning Beth. He just couldn't help himself. Jenny had got him so worked up. So they did it. And in fact the sex was incredible. That Jenny really was something else. But it was just that one time. Honest! She and Dave were great together and he wouldn't want to upset their marriage in any way....' and blah, blah, blah, blah.

Beth just smiled as Brad stammered his way through his story. By the time he got to the end he was blushing beet red with chagrin. He was so embarrassed that he ran over the curb as Beth pointed him into the driveway of her house.

"Ahh... soo...I hope this doesn't mean that I can't see you again. I didn't mean for any of it to happen. 'Cause I really like you and I really hoped we could maybe like go out again some time... You did ask me to tell you... I didn't want to lie about it... Are you...are you alright?..." Brad asked anxiously.

The fact that Beth had let him rattle on for so long without saying anything, that and the faint smile that never left her face as she listened to Brad's confession, made him very nervous.

"Walk me to the door..." Beth said.

Brad fumbled with his door, got out and went around and opened the door for Beth.

Beth got out and headed up the steps to the house. It was an old Victorian style house with a wrap around porch in front. There was a bright light blazing just beside the door. As they walked up the steps Beth said...

"I can't ask you in. My parents have sort of been on orange alert since my brief association with Neil. They didn't like him very much and they'd be all over us."

Beth led Brad past the door and down towards a more darkened corner of the porch. She turned to him and leaned back against the wall. 

"But you can still kiss me good night!..." she purred

With her eyes locked on his she reached down for the hem of her leather skirt and calmly and deliberately pulled it up until it was just a rumpled twist around her waist.

Brad was amazed to see that she wasn't wearing any panties. The creamy triangle between her thighs was totally smooth and gleaming pinkly in the muted light.

"Oh my God!..." he gasped.

Beth just continued to smile at him with that confident look. 

"I don't see why Jenny should have all the fun....You want to kiss me don't you?...Kiss me where it really matters?..."

"Whaattt!..." Brad croaked in astonishment.

Beth reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt. She pulled him down to his knees in front of her as she said..."I want you to eat me!..."

Brad still hesitated. It wasn't that he was reluctant to do it. He was just so surprised by Beth's shameless demand that he was having trouble processing what was going on.

But as soon as his knees hit the porch floor Beth moved her free hand to her bared loins. Using her index and middle finger she spread her labia and opened her crimson gash in front of Brad's astounded eyes.

She reached up with her other hand, tangled her fingers in his hair then pulled his face into her beckoning groin. 

"Mmmff!.." he groaned as the young lady towering over him pressed his mouth into her pussy. Brad instinctively turned his head a little, lining up his lips with hers. He reached out with his tongue, tentatively swiping it through her seeping canyon. 

"That's it!...Umm Hmm!...Lick my little peach!...Oh yeah!...Put your hands on my ass baby!...Squeeze it while you make love to my pussy with your mouth!..." Beth encouraged.

Brad didn't hesitate this time. His hands slipped up the back of Beth's thighs, cupping one meaty cheek in each of his palms. He sank his fingers deep into those creamy orbs as he started sending his delving tongue deeper and deeper inside her.

"Umm Hmm!...That feels good baby!...You're making my juices start to flow now!... Can you taste me?...Ohhh!...Keep doing that with your tongue and I'll give you more!...Lots more!..." Beth purred with a giggle. 

She dragged one foot up the side of the house behind her, bending her knee out to the side. At the same time she tipped her pelvis up, giving Brad even more access to her drooling cunt.

Brad could indeed taste what was becoming a steady stream of juice oozing from Beth's center. He thought she tasted wonderful. With her knee bent, her nylon stocking top was caressing the side of his face. As he continued his oral assault, Brad's own arousal was soaring. His cock was jutting up fiercely from his loins beneath his pants.

Beth used the hand tangled in his hair to direct Brad's attentions to the top of her slit.

"Do my clit baby!...Play with it with just the tip of your tongue!...Ohhh!...Yeahh!... Like that!...You can nibble on it!...Give it little kisses!...It really likes that!..." she purred.

Brad responded diligently to her suggestions. It was thrilling for him to feel that little nub of flesh grow larger and firmer under his darting tongue. He started working it over with quick, juicy little sucks, alternating those with feather light swipes with the flat of his tongue.

"Oh shit!...Oh my Goddd!...Umm Hmm!...You're gonna' make me come if you keep doin' that!...Oh yes!...Yess!...Goddd Yesss!..." Beth moaned ever more loudly.

Her grip on Brad's hair was feverishly tightening as she pulled his mouth harder and harder against her.

Brad never faltered with his attentions, now attacking Beth's inflamed clit with gently nipping teeth as well as his tongue and lips. He had just closed his teeth on that puffy little bud for the fourth or fifth time and was worrying it like a dog with a bone when Beth snapped her raised leg around the back of his head.

"Nahhh!...Ahhh!...I'm!...Oh Brad!...I'm!...Ahhh!..." she moaned in a stifled cry as her whole body stiffened up over the young man's mouth.

He reacted by jamming his tongue as deep into her molten tunnel as he could. That might have been a mistake because at the moment Beth's pussy contracted so furiously around his tongue that he couldn't have pulled it out if he wanted to. Not that he wanted to.

He could feel her contractions begin and was thrilled that he was making her come with his mouth. He didn't try and get his tongue out of the quaking young woman. Instead he pushed it far up into her and thrashed it around inside her as best he could.

"Unnn!...Oh my Godd!...Oh my Godd!..." Beth gasped. There were bigger and bigger spasms wracking her athletic frame and Beth seemed to be on the verge of a tremendous release.




Aunt Laura Ch. 02



And then..." Phwahhh!..." she cried and suddenly a tidal wave of pussy juice exploded from the depths of her pussy.

Brad didn't have any idea what was going on. He had never known a woman who came like this. One second he was enjoying the taste of the warm fluids that were seeping out of her and the next he was gasping and choking on a torrent of viscous juice.

He thought he was going to drown. With his tongue held tight in the clutch of Beth's convulsing interior, he wasn't able to swallow and all her girl juices were pouring down his throat and into his lungs. He coughed and sputtered trying to keep his airway clear. He clawed at her ass trying to push her away but Beth had him trapped in her crotch, tightening her leg on his neck to hold him right where she wanted him.

"Mwahh!...Phhh!...Gahhh!..." he sputtered gutturally.

All Brad could think to do was to continue to use his mouth on her, hoping that the sooner she finished her climax, the sooner she'd let him go and he could breathe. He twisted his head and was finally able to get his tongue free. He couldn't pull his face away so he redirected his tongue back to her throbbing clit. He started flailing away at that nerve laden little node like a man possessed.

"Ahhh!...Goddd!...Oh Jesusss!...So Good baby!...Umm Hmm!...You do me so good!..." Beth enthused. But then...

"Godd Brad!...Easy lover!...Just do me easy!..." she gasped as Brad's feverish mouthing became too much for her.

Brad, who was on the verge of passing out, didn't hear her. He just kept slashing her clit with his tongue.

"Nahhh!...Don't...That's enough!..." Beth whimpered, placing the palm of her hand on Brad's forehead and pressing him away from her shuddering loins. She unlocked her thigh from behind his neck and Brad fell back, barely catching himself before he was sprawled out on the porch.

Even so he wound up sitting on his butt with his arms behind him. He held himself propped up like that, gasping for breath.

Beth looked down on him with sparkling eyes as she too caught her breath. She made no attempt to lower her skirt or to cover her exposed pussy.

As breathless as he was Brad was still spellbound by that erotic triangle that was now gleaming with her juices.

They stayed like that for quite a while just looking at each other, each lost in their own thoughts.

Finally Beth extended a hand to him.

"Let me help you lover..." she purred.

Brad let the tall young woman pull him up. Once he was on his feet in front of her, Beth's hands went down to his belt. Without saying a word she started working on the opening of his pants.

"You sure know how to eat pussy! Now why don't you let me do something for you!.."

In an instant she had his pants and shorts opened and pushed down to his knees.

"Oh God Beth! Are you sure?..." Brad panted, looking nervously towards the front door. Even as light headed as he was he had visions of her parents coming out to investigate all the shuffling that was going on on the porch.

But Beth just took his hands and turned in front of him. She held his arms around her waist as she backed up into him, snuggling the shapely moons of her ass against his erection.

"Ummm!...Are you just happy to see me or is that a canoe you're rubbing against me?..." she murmured. 

She nimbly reached behind with both hands and pulled her cheeks apart. Once Brad's eager missile was seated in her greasy slot she let her ass go. Those creamy spheres enfolded his tool like a hot dog in a bun. Watching him over her shoulder she began a gentle up and down motion on her toes, encouraging him to enjoy the wonders of her splendid backside.

"Ahh Goddd!..." Brad gasped as Beth went to work on him. He pulled her closer with the hands she was holding around her. Helplessly he began to writhe behind her, hunching excitedly against the steamy press of her ass.

"Umm!... You like that don't you baby?... What else would you like?..." Beth purred. She reached down between her legs and snared the root of Brad's shaft in the circle of her thumb and forefinger. Then she slowly leaned forward at the waist. She tried to bend his shaft towards her gaping opening but Brad was grinding against her so excitedly that she couldn't move him into the position she wanted.

So she reached back between her parted thighs with her other hand, her palm extended and gave his drum taut testicles a sharp slap.

"Nahhh!...Whaaa!?..." the young man barked. He sucked in a gasping breath in surprise. He was more shocked than hurt. But he stopped still in his tracks which is exactly what Beth wanted.

She pulled down on the root of his cock, dragging his cock crown down through her slit until it was pressing into the center of her searing hole.

"Oh my Goddd!..." Brad groaned.

"You want me to fuck you?...Here?...Like this?..." he whispered in disbelief.

"Only if you want to..." Beth answered, reaching out to put one hand on the wall in front of her. This easy movement was all it took to allow Brad's seething cock crown to slip inside her.

"Ahhh!..." he gasped at the feel of her silky labia spreading around his engorged knob.

There was no way that he could stop himself from pressing more of his tumid length inside her.

"Ummm!...And it feels like you want to..." Beth whispered as Brad's reflexively pushed deeper into her clasping tunnel. 

Now Beth was bent over at ninety degrees in front of her nervous date. With her feet spread about two feet apart, she had one hand on the wall, steadying herself ahead of Brad's ever more urgent hunching.

Suddenly the light by the front door flashed on and off three times. 

Brad groaned and hissed..."What's going on?..."

Looking back at him over her shoulder with a lustful smile Beth said... 

"We don't have much time baby!...You can come quick can't you?..."

"Ahhh!...I don't know Beth...I mean...Oh Goddd!... If you're parents...Ahhh!...Maybe we...Ohhh!... " Brad stammered in distress.

He knew he should stop but he had just about got all of his cock up inside her, giving her a little more with every thrust. Her juicy cunt was just too enticing! Finally his hips were slapping against her ass as he plunged into her with his entire length. He couldn't have stopped then if her parents had come out on the porch with their whole bridge club.

She was so hot and wet that Brad was almost numb with excitement. He didn't think he'd be able to hold it long. But he was just as afraid that if she started pressuring him to come right away, he might not be able to come at all. That had happened to him once and it was incredibly frustrating.

But Beth wasn't worried about it. She knew how to get him off. 

"Let me help you baby!..."

She reached between her parted thighs and cupped her mound in her hand. She started to apply a gentle pressure to her clit with her fingers.

But mostly what she was doing was holding her hand in her crotch in such a way that every time Brad fucked himself in and out of her she was raking the barrel of his shaft with her sharp fingernails.

""Ahhh!...Nahhh!...Beth!...What...what's are you doing?..." Brad cried as a feeling like an electric current jolted through his cock. His balls stiffened up excruciatingly at this new sensation. He had no idea what Beth was deliberately raking his taut flesh with her devilish nails.

"Don't stop baby!...Give it to me!...All of it!...Keep fucking me!...As deep as you can!...Unn Hnn!...Yeahhh!... That feels so good!..." the leggy brunette enthused.

"Ahhh!...Yeah!...Oh my Goddd!...I can't believe how that feels!..." Brad groaned, reflexively hammering himself into Beth's leeching pussy

She kept rubbing herself with her hand, varying the pressure she was applying to Brad's responsive meat. But overall, the more eagerly he pounded her, the deeper she gouged the paper thin flesh sheathing his prick with her nails.. 

"Now, ease it out!...All the way out!...Umm Hmm!...That's it!...""Beth instructed.

Brad did as he was told.

Beth made sure that her nails traced an angry welt along the big vein that bulged from the underside of his cock as he pulled it out of her.

"Mahhhh!..." he whimpered in excitement. His balls were achingly taut and ready to blow.

"Just slip the end of it in and out of me!...Just the very tip!...Umm Hmm!...Jus a couple of inches...Nice and steady!...Oh yeah!...That's it!...Just like that!...Unn Hnn!..." Beth enthused.

Now she was scraping her nails back and forth across that tender ridge just under his cock crown. She was also scratching her nails across his gleaming dome every time he pushed it in and pulled it out. She knew he wouldn't be able to take that for very long.

And she was right. It felt to Brad like there was a swarm of bees buzzing in his balls. And suddenly that swarm turned into a fiery ball and that ball was pounding up the length of his shaft and exploding inside Beth's seething tunnel.

"Nahhhh!..." he cried, arching his back and banging himself back into the depths of her molten channel as his come jetted deep inside of her.

Beth never relented and even as he helplessly lunged his cock back into her she clawed his length with her outstretched nails.

"Phwahhh!...." Ben cried again as his come pulsed out of his balls in a searing stream.

"That's it!...Come for me baby!...Oh yeah!...I can feel it!...Every spurt!...Umm Hmm!... It's so hot!...So hot inside me!...All that juicy come!...Oh yeah!...You're really coming aren't you lover?..."

But Brad was too overcome by his staggering orgasm to answer. It was all he could do to hang onto Beth's writhing hips as his fiery sperm pulsed out of him and into her receptive interior.

"Ahh!...Unn!...Unnn!...Unn!...Ohh!..." he whimpered as his testicles hammered excruciatingly away in his groin.

Beth slipped her hand a little deeper between her thighs until she was able to reach his balls. For a second she toyed with the idea of sinking her nails into those tender spheres. That would really send him over the moon.

But she contented herself for the time being with just squeezing those throbbing orbs in time with his shuddering spasms.

"Ahhh!...Ohhh!...Easy!...God Beth!...You really are too...too much!..." Brad gasped, his whole body quaking in response to the lanky young woman's skilled fondling.

As Brad clutched her hips, struggling to stay on his feet behind her, Beth tightened her juicy interior on him in the same rhythm she was using to squeeze his balls. She wanted to be sure she got every drop of come that he had.

And she was doing a good job of it because her wrist was getting soaked with their combined juices. The creamy goo was pouring out of her. Brad had filled her full and now the viscous stream had nowhere to go but to spill out on the porch.

And still Brad's cock continued to dribble a pulsing trickle of sperm into her saturated interior.

"Oh yeah!...You come so much baby!...I'll bet if Jenny were here right now she'd be licking it off your balls!...

Brad gave a final shudder at this lurid image and then relaxed. In another second as Beth tightened herself on him once more, Brad's ropey cock slipped out of her and a real torrent of juice poured out onto the porch.

Brad looked down and couldn't believe how red and chafed his cock looked. It looked like it'd been through a threshing machine. What the hell was that all about! He was so spent that he sank to one knee behind her, resting his forehead on one of Beth's creamy ass cheeks.

She smiled back at him over her shoulder.

"Looks like your done lover!... Did you like that!... Did I make it good for you?..."

But before Brad could answer, the front door opened a crack and a disembodied woman's voice, said..." Beth?... Is that you?... Are you home dear?..."

Beth turned then, reached down and grabbed Brad by the front of his shirt. She literally yanked him to his feet and dragged him around the corner of the house, out of sight of the front door.

Then, in an incredibly calm voice she said..."Yes mom....It's me...I'm just saying good night to a friend of mine. I'll be in in a second..."

"That's good dear. The Henderson's were robbed just three doors down last week you know. Your father and I were getting worried. Just be sure to lock up when you come in. You're not going to be long are you?..."

Beth was looking at Brad with a broad grin. At that point he was fumbling wildly with his pants trying to pull them up. She reached down into his shorts and closed her hand on his nuts. Looking into his eyes she slowly but steadily increased the pressure of her firm grip.

Brad's eyes went wide and he started sucking air, trying to stay quiet as Beth's squeezing hand got tighter and tighter on his tired genitals. He reached out and put his hands on her arms but Beth just tightened her clenched hand threateningly on his nut bag. A bead of cold sweat broke out on his brow when she did that. He realized he was at her mercy.

"Brad's got a little sprain and I was just working the knots out for him. I think I've just about got it!..." 

"Well alright. But I'm, leaving the door open for you."

But even as her mother was speaking, Beth was wringing Brad's defenceless balls harder and harder in her punishing grip. Her dismayed young lover started sinking to his knees in pain.

Beth leaned over him so she could maintain the brutal pressure she was exerting on his testicles. The cunning smile never left her lips.

"Please!...Please!...Please!..." he mouthed just before his knees touched the porch floor.

Beth bent even further down so that her lips were brushing Brad's ear. She said to him quietly but perfectly clearly....

"This is to remind you to be a good boy... I need to know I can trust you Brad!...I can, can't I baby?...Trust you?..."

Her hand was grinding his two squishy spheres together in a way that was sending shock waves of nauseating pain radiating through Brad's groin. He thought he might pass out.

"Yes!...Yes!....I'll be good!...I'll be better than good!...I'll...I'll do whatever you say!...It's true!...I promise!..." Brad gasped, willing to say anything to get Beth to release the stomach-churning pressure she was applying to his balls.

Beth smiled down on him for a long, long moment. Then she purred..."Good!..."

as she gave his nuts a vicious twist and then released them.

Brad shuddered and let out a stifled..." Phwahhh!..." in response.

"There! That's better isn't it? I think he's good to go aren't you sweetheart?..."

Brad swayed on his knees for a moment, thinking he was going to faint. Beth reached out a hand to his shoulder to steady him.

After another moment the agony in his groin started to ease a little.

Brad staggered back up on his feet trying not to fall over. Beth and the porch seemed to be swimming around him. At the same time as he was pulling up his pants he was trying to stay hidden around the corner of the house.

In a quavering voice he said..."Ahhh...Yeahhh Beth...That feels much better....Ahhh.... It's been great.... Thanks for a great evening... Can I call you again... Maybe next week?..."

Brad hardly knew what he was saying. Beth had just given him the fucking of his life and then for no reason had almost mashed his balls into oat meal. He had no ideal if this girl liked him or was really pissed with him.

Beth just stood there in front of him calmly pulling her skirt back down as if nothing had happened.

"I don't know Brad. I'll have to talk to my friend Jenny and see what she's doing. Call me if you like. I'll let you know. See ya'."

And without another word or anything else, no kiss on the cheek, no nothing, Beth walked over to the door and went inside, closing the door behind her.

Brad was still standing there wondering what the hell had just happened. He started walking shakily towards the steps of the porch. The outside light went out before he even got there.

Maybe aunt Laura would be able to tell him what was going on.



Aunt Laura Ch. 02



"Has my cum been dripping out of you today, Laura" I asked.

"Yes, Sir, it has," she confessed into the receiver. "My panties are so soaked that they can't hold all your cum and some has dripped down the inside of my thighs and onto the tops of my stockings. My pussy is so full from your big load."

"Do you like the feel of it in your slutty cunt? In the future you will never refer to it as your pussy Laura. It's your cunt. Do you understand me, whore." I told her in a scolding voice.

"Oh, God, yes, I love the way you talk to me. I love the names you call me and the way you control me. I'm so turned on, Sir," she admitted in halted speech as she confessed what she needed.

"Good, Laura, because tonight when you get home, I am going to hurt those big tits of yours and then I want something new and different from you.

"Yes, please, do anything you want to me. Never ask me, just take it. If I don't cooperate, please punish me. Punish your bad girl, Sir," Laura begged over the phone and I could tell she was almost out of control.

"You will be punished tonight you nympho cunt," I almost yelled at her from my phone booth. "Tell me, Laura, has anyone ever fucked you in the ass."

"Oh, dear Lord," she gasped. "I never have done that. Oh, Sir, I'm not sure I can do that."

"You will give me your ass tonight, Laura, or I will rape it," I told her. Then I hung up as she groaned out a spontaneous orgasm on the other end of the phone.



Aunt Laura Ch. 03



Our week together had progressed while my parents were gone so that Laura and I would have sex as soon as she got home. I couldn't wait and she could never say no. Later after we ate dinner we would then go up to her room for more activities. I never slept with her and she seemed disappointed each night when I left her. But then, when the morning came, she was in my bed to wake me by dropping her mouth onto my young cock. I loved the way she did this each day with her hungry mouth. After the first morning when I had made her lift her dress up so I could fuck her from behind, she never came into my room fully dressed again. She would leave her dress in her room and just wear her stockings, heels and garter belt for me. Her panties also stayed on the bed in her room.

The second night she came home, I was there already in the house because I had no interest in being with my friends when I had the choice of being inside this sexy, submissive woman. I heard her come through the door and then walk into the kitchen to start our dinner. I loved the sound of her heels on the hard wood floor. She looked good in the light summer dress and the black stockings and heels. She said hello as she saw me come into the kitchen. I just looked her over from head to toe and smiled at how good she looked. She stood there and waited, knowing that her evening was about to begin.

"Take off the dress and hand it to me," I told her.

"Yes, Sir," she replied as her hand went to the back zipper and pulled it down. The dress opened and fell away from her body and then to the floor around her heels. She stepped out of it and picked it up and brought it to me.

"Did you enjoy our conversation on the phone today, Laura," I asked her as she stood directly in front of me. Her chest was heaving as her arousal was becoming evident.

"I did. It makes me so hot when you talk that way to me." She said as my hand slowly caressed her tits just above her low-cut black lace bra.

"Pull the bra down so I can see your nipples," I said. She dropped the bra straps down off her shoulders and pulled the cups below her fat tits and then slipped the straps up again. The effect was to hold her nice big breasts up while still allowing me to see her nipples pointing out and getting hard.

"Do you recall what told you I would do to you tonight, Laura," I asked as my fingers aroused her nipples to hardness.

"You said you were going to hurt my big tits and fuck my ass. That's what you said, Sir," she trembled as she uttered the words.

"Do you want my cock in your ass, Laura," I asked her.

"Yes, Sir, but I am afraid. But I want you to do it to me," she whined at me.

"Will mine be the first cock in your ass, whore?"

"Yes, Sir, I have never had anyone take my ass," she said in a labored breath as I pinched down on her inflamed nipples.

"Take off your panties and bend over the table for me," I told her. Her hands took the sides of her lace panties and slid them down to her heels and then off. She rose up and handed them to me. I took them and watched her bend over the dining table and reach out to take hold of the far edges. The sight of her in that position made my cock rock hard and I dropped my shorts and underwear and moved forward. Holding her hips in my hands, I pushed my cock into her wet cunt.

"Oh, yes," she gasped as she felt me push hard into her depths.

I moved at a slow pace, pushing all the way into her and then pulling almost all the way out. Her breathing was erratic and she was moving with me in an urgent and steady motion. After several minutes, I pulled out of her and looked down to see how wet and slick my cock had become. It was time.

"Hold on tight, I am going to rape my aunt's virgin ass," I told her as she stiffened and I could see her knuckles whiten as she gripped the wood of the table top.

Placing my cock head directly on her soft brown star and rubbing it up and down, I saw her relax a bit from the pleasurable sensation. Then I aimed directly at her snug opening and began to force myself into it; waiting for the first rush of my cock into her. It took quite a bit of pressure but finally the head opened the entrance and I popped into her. I held myself in that spot as she cried out.

"Oh, my God," she screamed as the invasion hurt her with a sudden and sharp pain.

Still remaining motionless, I watched her relax just a bit as her ass became more accustomed to the cock having breached her virgin entrance. Taking this as my cue to begin moving deeper, I slowly pressed into her, then stopped, waited, and then proceeded some more. At each point in this assault, she was gasping and whining from the new sensation and from the pain of having to take it all inside her.

"Oh, please, Sir," she growled as I pushed almost all the way in, "it hurts so much."

Going the last bit and holding it still inside her at full length I held her hips and stroked her ass with my hands and looked down at the sight in front of me.

"Play with your cunt for me," I told her as her hand moved from the side of the table and slid under her to start to move on her clit and cunt lips. Her hips rose slightly to allow her hand to press down to her wet center. I waited and did not move. I could not believe how tight her grip was on my cock. I could feel the movement of her hand and then her arousal. After a brief time. I began to feel movement from her impaled body.

"Oh," she moaned as her movement began to increase and her ass relaxed on my hard cock. I gave her more time to adjust and to become more aroused. Her fingers were circling and moving on her clit and her ass pressing back on the full cock buried within her. Slowly, I began to pull back out of her just a bit before pushing back forward again. With these very short easy plunges into her, Laura's moaning increased and she started to move with me.

"More, please, give me more" she finally gasped as her ass met the thrusts and gained an urgent rhythm that matched my increased movements.

"Tell me what you need," I demanded. She wanted longer and harder strokes, but she needed her to beg for it. 

"Oh, please, I need it so much," she whined back at me.

"What, Laura," I asked, "tell me what your body needs."

"My ass," she cried out, "I need you to fuck my ass. Rape your aunt's ass, Sir," she panted in her need for more and harder treatment.

Pulling almost all the way out of her, I thrust forward my full length and then withdrew again and began to pound her ass ruthlessly.

"Oh, my God," she screamed as I attacked her now without any regard for her.

"Anal fucking whore," I repeated over and over again as I took her last virgin hole and gave her all that I had. I could tell that the pain had slowly ebbed while her fingers were driving her ever closer to her climax.

"Oh, yes, oh, yes," she panted, "cum in your whore. Fill your Aunt's raped ass with cum. Fuck your cum into my ass."

Laura was screaming and crying out like a wounded animal as she came hard on my cock. Her ass was contracting around me as I launched cum deep into her bowels. She continued to cum without stop. The knuckles on her left hand turned white as she gripped hard onto the table top. Her right hand was buried in her convulsing cunt. I kept at her until I heard her moans subside. I collapsed on top of her exhausted body. Her head turned to the side and her mouth sought mine as we kissed and tongue lashed each other for several minutes.

"Did you like that, Laura," I asked with my lips beside her ear.

"It was incredible. That was the most powerful orgasm I ever had. It hurt so much at first but then the pain left and the feeling was so overwhelming. I need you to do that to me again and again. It was like being raped and then discovering how much you need to be raped," she confessed.

I pulled back as I lifted away from her and my cock freed itself from the tight enclosure. Looking down, I saw cum flowing out of her stretched ass as she lay on the table top.

"Let's get cleaned up in the shower and then we can eat," I told her as I walked to the stairs and headed for the large bathroom in the hall.

The shower felt good as I soaped myself and felt the hard spray from the shower head. The shower curtain moved back and Laura was beside me. She took my wash cloth and began to wash me. I just stood there and enjoyed her pampering. I turned and faced her and she took my cock and lovingly washed it for me. Then, squatting down, her mouth took it in and she began to lick and suck me back to life. Looking down at her I realized that this was the first time she was truly naked in front of me. All the other times she always wore her heels and stockings because she knew how much I liked her dressed that way. But this was different and to me it seemed so raw and more intimate. Her eyes looked up at me as she worked on my almost hard cock with an incredible passion. My hands reached out to take her head in my grasp and I began to fuck slowly into her tight lips; pushing deeper into her throat. Her hands grasped my thighs as I used her mouth and throat.

"You cocksucking whore," I moaned down at her as I forced my cock fully into her. Her hand was between her legs and I saw her working her cunt and clit as I banged away at her mouth. But I wanted more than a blow job from her and pulled myself back allowing my cock to exit her mouth. Taking her hair in my hand I pulled her to her feet in front of me. Her breathing was in gasps and I could see that she was once again highly excited.

"Fuck me," she begged, "please fuck your dirty cocksucker."

Turning her to face me, I forced her back against the tile wall. Reaching down I lifted her from under the back of her thighs until her cunt was lined up with my hard cock.

"Put it in your cunt for me, slut." I told her and she reached down and pressed the fat cock head between her moist lips. I dropped her down slowly and her arms wrapped around my neck as she was completely impaled on me. Holding her under the thighs with her back to the wall I was able to slam into her with hard forceful strokes. Her legs locked onto my hips allowing her to move with me.

"Ohhhhhhh, yessssssss," Laura screamed as her orgasm was almost immediate. She held me tight as her body spasmed onto mine. I loved being deep inside her tight compact body and to watch her go through the violence of her powerful orgasm. I kept pounding her and she held on tight. All the while she moaned and encouraged me to fuck her hard.

"Use me, use me," she moaned, "Do it hard."

Laura again was delirious and out of control. She only knew how much she needed my cock and her body was grinding against mine as she was fast approaching another climax.

"Fill my cunt," she begged as she grabbed my neck and held on. Her orgasm ripped through her body and she was screaming from the sensations. I could feel her thighs tighten around me as she convulsed. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she seemed to go limp in my arms. When I felt her orgasmic contractions subside, I lowered her down the wall until my cock pulled free and she was sitting on the shower floor.

Standing over her as the water pelted her entire body, I took my cock and stroked it a few times which was all I needed to bring on the cum that she had demanded from me. With Laura looking up at me, the first blast hit her on the forehead and then was washed down over her face. Shot after shot found her face. My thick white fluid mixed with the water and covered her face and splattered her hair.

"Clean up and come to my bed when you are done," I told her as I rinsed off and got out of the shower. Laura looked up at me with surprise since I always went to my bed alone. She was never in my bed except for our morning wake-up ritual. I always left her when I was finished to sleep alone in her own bed.

Things were changing. There would be no dinner tonight.



Aunt Laura Ch. 04



I find it so hard to describe how completely overcome I am with longing for my nephew, Paul. It started many years ago when he was just a teenager and has lasted for so many years. The longing is not just for sex. It goes far beyond that. It is my craving for his dominance over me and the way he uses me. He makes me feel owned; like his property. It is a feeling that I crave and am powerless to fight.

He has this habit of calling me at work during the day and saying the filthiest and most degrading things to me. He knows that when he humiliates me like this, it drives me crazy with sexual need and converts me instantly into his submissive slut. He makes me confess that I am his whore and how much I need him to use me. His voice is like a drug to me. I cannot help myself. I sit in my hospital pharmacy office and he makes me whisper my darkest confessions to him. I respond by saying things that I have never said to anyone. When he talks like this I can feel my heart pounding out of my body and my knees go weak. I always soak my panties during these calls. He forces me to tell him I am his whore and fuckslut. I say it because I need to say it. I need the humiliation and the nastiness of those calls. Afterwards I usually need to go to the ladies room to relieve the tension. It never takes very long. He caught on to this tendency of mine and most times he will forbid me to touch myself at all. It drives me wild when he does this, but he will never relent. I beg him to please allow me to relieve my tension but he never does. To make me wait even longer, he often avoids me for a few days after the calls. This is so difficult for me being left in such a state of arousal for so long.

We developed our relationship slowly. He began to show real interest in my body which I felt was natural for a teenage boy with raging hormones. But he also developed a strength and power in his demands that sparked something deeper within me. I had no idea how much I needed to be told what to do. I admit that it always excited me to be dominated but I never came to grips with the extent of my need until Paul came into my life in this new role. When he first began to ask me to show him my breasts or to play with myself in front of him, I was powerless to resist his demands. I would hear myself telling him that he could ask me to do anything and that I would do it for him. It is funny, but he went at such a slow pace at first that I feared he would never go further. The more he asked of me, the more submissive to him I became. He seemed to have this sense of what I needed. He led me down the road to total submission as if he knew the path by heart. He was just a boy then and now he is grown and married. Well, he is now separated and getting divorced very soon.

We all lived in my brother's house (his father). I came up from Texas when my husband died suddenly. My brother and sister took me in and gave me a large bedroom beside Paul's room in their big home. Each night, Paul would come to my room and kiss me goodnight while his parents were downstairs watching television. It was an innocent ritual of a nephew saying goodnight to his aunt. I have always worn silk nightgowns with thin spaghetti straps. I like the feel of the silk material on my skin. They are low cut and it didn't take me long to notice that his eyes were actively examining my full breasts as he stood above me before saying goodnight. I never thought badly of him for his attention and would make sure that I was leaning a bit forward so he could get a good look at my big breasts. It seemed so natural and intimate to allow him to see me like that. Most times my nipples would harden the moment he entered the room and were easily seen by him through the thin silk material. I liked him looking at me and I guess that's why I asked that first, fateful question way back then. I asked him why he was looking at down at my breasts. It was his response, I believe, that set all this in motion. I guess I expected him to respond with shyness and embarrassment; but he didn't. He was truthful and told me that he never saw a woman's breasts before and liked looking at mine. I asked him to go close the door and come back. 

That night changed everything. I took my thin straps off my shoulders and dropped the top of the gown to my waist. I put his hands on me and told him to feel me and pinch and play with my full breasts and nipples. He took his time and the feel of his hands on me drove me insane with desire. That's when I told him that he could ask me anything and I would do it for him. I have no idea why I said that, but at that moment my body was on remote control and I wanted him to go further. I half expected that he would want to have sex right then and there. Frankly, I was so aroused that I would have let him take me right then on that first night. But Paul somehow knew he was in control now. He pulled out his hard cock and told me to jerk him off. He wasn't afraid or trembling or even tentative. He just told me to do it like I belonged to him. He said it like I had no choice and needed to obey him. He was right. I was hooked and eagerly complied. But the really surprising thing was that he also started to talk to me like I was his property. He asked me if I liked jerking him off and if I liked my nipples hurt. I confessed to him that I did and jerked his cock harder. He was very rough on my breasts and I loved it. With my other hand between my legs I was fingering myself. His cum blasted out of his young cock and splattered onto my face and ran down to my tits. The feeling amazed me and I needed to taste him. I leaned down and took his cock in my mouth and began to clean him off. My fingers triggered a huge climax that rocked my body. When I was done he stepped back, pulled up his pants and left. I was stunned by what had happened and even more surprised that he left. But he was done with me for that night. I was his from that moment on.

For so long I had suppressed and run from my needs. After my husband's death, I knew I could never have a normal relationship with a man again. I did not want to repeat the abusive relationship I experienced with him. I had a bad marriage which left with me as a young widow with needs and desires yet unfulfilled. Marriage was an experience I would never endure again. I just didn't want the pain of the husband-wife dynamic. I didn't know why I felt this way until that night. All my life I had submissive feelings trapped inside me. Now I knew these feelings could never be left to fester again. Now they were out and I knew that I would never be the same. I also got a glimpse of a man who seemed to understand my needs and instinctively gave me what I craved. And this man was my young nephew.

Surprisingly, I never felt bad about this relationship with Paul. It seemed so natural for both of us. I knew he was also getting what he needed and growing into his dominant role and manhood. I was getting to live out my darkest inner desires. I loved the way he developed so naturally into his dominance and with such creativity. It was obvious to me that he was a born Dom. I also saw that the stronger he became, the more submissive I became. The exchange of control was so balanced and so progressive that it happened with an amazing synergy. He was exactly what I needed and we approached our relationship with excitement and enthusiasm. He liked me in heels and stockings and I always was dressed that way for him even if I was in bed at night waiting for him to come to my room. 

The turning point for us was the week we spent together while my brother and sister were away at a convention trip in Chicago. Paul took this opportunity to exert almost total control over me and I spent the week in a constant state of arousal. Each evening he was creative and forceful and he demanded things of me that I never imagined. But I eagerly embraced them with enthusiasm. I also knew that by the time the week ended that I had to move out and get my own apartment. If I didn't move out I knew we would almost certainly be discovered. I needed him too much. I needed him more than I could imagine.

I didn't move very far away. I was four blocks away in a nice 4th floor apartment on Ocean Avenue. The building had a door buzzer/intercom system and it was right on Paul's way home each day. It was his senior year and he would stop by most days. He would use his key to let himself in. He would be waiting for me when I got in from work. He was the only family member with a key so I knew that his mother or father would never just walk up and knock on my door when he was there. They had to hit the buzzer from street level and be buzzed in.

I wondered many times how I got to this place with this ongoing affair. If I were to be truthful, I would have to admit that I had planned this for sometime. Maybe not on a fully conscience level, but I knew what I wanted and what I was doing. Paul fit all my criteria for a sexual partner. He had no idea about his assertive, dominant personality, but it was evident to me for several years, watching him grow, that he was a take charge person. For Paul, it was just natural and I think that drew me to him. As he developed and grew into a young man, he was athletic and sturdy. I saw that he was always aware of the women in any room and I could see his eyes on me and others many times. He was growing into his sexuality but he was not ashamed of his feelings and didn't hide his interest in women. It was obvious that he would dominate any relationship with a woman and I craved that dominance.

For me, there was always something missing with my relationships with men. Even with my husband, John, it was as if I was some sort of china doll that needed to be treated in a very ladylike way. Yes, he was verbally abusive, but he wasn't dominant. He was whiny and complaining, and not strong and forceful. Inside I knew I didn't want gentle treatment. I wanted a man who was verbally, physically and sexually forceful. I needed to be told what to do and to be made to do what I was told. It was the way I was wired and when I saw the control that Paul exerted over the people around him, I saw an opportunity to allow myself to be used by him. He was always a very confident person and never seemed to get flustered or intimidated in any situation. I saw his strength and craved it. So I had set the stage and he took over so naturally that I wondered if it was my idea at all. Had he planned to take me all along? Was this his idea or mine? Or was it just something that happened on its own?

Paul called to tell me that he was separated and getting divorced. I asked him if he wanted to come over for dinner to talk about it. He agreed and I was expecting him as I prepared a nice dinner with some red wine. He worked on Wall Street and was a short subway ride away from my apartment. It had been some time since we were intimate but I was always in his life and we had an unspoken bond that transcended our roles as aunt and nephew. We had an intimacy and knowledge of each other that was still present after these intervening years. I was always at family get-togethers and was an attentive aunt to his children. I was looking forward to seeing him and could feel my body reacting even before he arrived. At 7:30 I heard his key in the lock. Even after all this time, it was out of character for him to call up on the intercom to be buzzed in. I had dressed the way he always demanded and was sitting on the sofa in a short black dress with nylons and heels. My legs were crossed and I made sure that a large expanse of thigh was on display for him. The top was cut to show off the swell of my breasts and I had chosen this dress because I wanted to look good for him. I wanted to look like I was available to him. He walked in wearing a business suit and I could tell from his expression that he had more in mind than dinner tonight. He took off his jacket and loosened his tie.

"I am so glad you could come visit me tonight," I said with a smile as I sat there waiting for him to respond.

"I have a question for you, Laura," he said as he stood several feet away from me.

"Yes," I replied with a question in my voice. I could feel the tension in my chest and I knew this was a question that would take this evening in one direction or another.

"Are you still my whore," he asked with those eyes penetrating me and a firmness in his tone that demanded a response. I was instantly wet.

"With your separation, I don't think it would be a good idea....," I began to say to him when he cut me off abruptly.

"I asked you a question and I want a direct answer; now," he barked out at me.

"Yes, I am," I replied meekly.

"You are what," he asked.

"I am your whore, Paul," I responded in a soft, trembling voice.

"That's better, Laura, because I need to you to be my whore tonight" he said.

"Yes, Sir," I replied as I sat there and awaited his next orders.

"Why did you dress this way tonight, slut," he demanded.

"I wanted to dress the way you always told me to dress. I know you like the heels and stockings and the low cut neckline," I told him truthfully.

"Do you want me to use you," he asked.

"Yes, I want you to use me," I confessed.

"Spread your legs and put a finger inside your panties and tell me if you are wet," he demanded. Uncrossing my legs, I spread them and dropped a hand to my silk panties. A finger went down and felt the slickness between my moist pussy lips.

"Yes, Sir, I am very wet," I told him as my finger continued to work inside my hot pussy.

"Take off your wet panties and throw them to me." He said. I did it and then sat down again and began to finger myself in front of him.

"Use two fingers and spread yourself wider," he instructed. He moved forward and reached behind me to unzip my dress and pull it down to my waist. His hands reached into my bra to pull my breasts out over the top. He took my nipples and pinched them and pulled on the sensitive nubs.

"Get up and take the dress off and give it to me," he said releasing my breasts from his rough grasp. I did as instructed and stepped out of the dress and handed it to him. This was a familiar and exciting ritual for me. He always made me undress in front of him and hand my clothing to him. He must have known how tremendously exciting and submissive this made me feel. I stood there in front of him with just my bra pulled down holding my exposed breasts, my black stiletto heels, stockings and a sexy lace garter belt.

"Turn around and bend over so I can see your ass," he demanded. I did so and leaned my body forward and touched the back of the couch with my hands. My ass was pointed out for him and I felt his hands on me. He had moved to the side of me and one hand reached under me to take a firm grip on my left breast. He then began to spank me.

The first few strokes were not hard but firm and loud as they struck my exposed flesh.

"Spread your legs wider for me," he told me and I pushed my legs further apart. He would hit me three or four times and then push his fingers into my soaking wetness and finger me for awhile. When he stopped, he would then slap under me and deliver hard smacks directly onto my aroused pussy.

"Get the flogger for me," he said as he stepped back from me. He reached out to grab my hair to pull me to a standing position. I immediately went to the bedroom closet and opened the box he had had given me a long time ago. I pulled out the flogger and came back to him. He took it from me and told me to stand facing him with my hands behind my head. Just as I complied, the first stroke across my breasts caught my left nipple and I cried out. Again he struck out at me and the next few blows were equally firm and directed at the nipples.

"Legs spread," he barked and I did so as he slapped the flogger upward, catching my pussy square and hitting my clit.

"Oh, God," I cried out.

"Do you want more, whore," he asked.

"Yes, please, I need more," I moaned to him as the flogger struck my pussy once again. After three or four more hits, my legs were trembling and my sexually excited whimpering was almost uncontrollable.

"Get your body over the dining table, whore," He told me and I walked or staggered to the table and laid my body down over the top. My hands reached out to take hold of the far edges. I felt the coolness of the wood on my warm stinging nipples. He was behind me and I felt his hard cock at my pussy lips.

"Ask me," he said and I immediately knew that he needed me to ask for it. He needed his whore to beg for his cock. I was more than willing. I needed him inside me. I was so aroused that I knew my orgasm was just moments away.

"Please fuck me. Please fuck your whore," I breathed out. He did not wait and forced his cock into me in one hard brutal thrust. He was buried inside me and I felt so full and so close to cumming. His hands took my hips and he began to pound himself into me in a relentless rhythm. 

"Oh, please, oh please, oh please. Fuck me hard, please fuck me hard," I repeated to him as my orgasm overwhelmed me and came crashing through my body like an earthquake. I was shattered by the power of it and he continued to use me as the feeling steamrolled my senses. Then I felt him shudder and his climax was joining mine and he emptied his cum deep inside my throbbing cunt. It was a feeling that I wanted to continue forever. It was a moment that overcame me and shook me to the bone. He stayed in me for sometime until he finally pulled away and then reached out to pull me up. I turned around and he took me in his arms and we held each other tightly for a long time. Our bodies were pressed together and I loved the feel of him as he wrapped me into himself.

We had reconnected once more. It had been a long time since our last intimacy but tonight it was like it was yesterday. He needed me as he had always needed me in years gone by. And I was once again fulfilled and happy to be able to give myself and reveal my needs to him again. His power over me fulfilled me as no other person could ever do. That night he used me in every way possible and I never felt more of a woman than I did that night.