It was like doing pushups – but with a vast difference. His cock raced all the way up her well-greased cunt. Her upper thighs were pressed erotically into her tits. The sight of her boobs mashed flat against her legs turned the youth on tremendously. His weight held the woman bent in this position.
And his cock was even deeper into her hot cunt. The youth thought his throbbing prick had been in deep before. He realized now that he had a lot more to learn a about fucking. This position allowed him to penetrate her willing, wanton body another inch at least. It was like having an eight-inch cock!
"Fuck, damn you, fuck hard! Give it to me. Ride me, ride me haaaaaard!"
Her shrieks of joy as he began the swift in and out fucking movement took his breath away. The pussy was getting tighter and tighter around his surging cock. He could hardly believe that it was possible. Every stroke carried him a fraction of an inch deeper-and into hotter, tighter territory.
When she began massaging his cock with her cuntal muscles, he had to fight back the hot tide of his come. He knew this was a losing battle. Sooner or later she would milk every single drop of his precious jizz, but he intended to give them both the maximum pleasure possible until that moment.
"God, Aunt Gloria, I never felt pussy this tight before," he panted.
He couldn't tell what turned him on the most. The warm, gripping sheath of cunt surrounding his cock was great. He wouldn't change this for the world. But the sight of her face, pulled into a mask of stark arousal, made him teel even more of a man. He was giving her this fucking. He was the one bending her double and filling her cunt to overflowing with all the cock she could take.
The smell of two aroused bodies made his nostrils flare. He smelled aroused woman, hot and heavy. The sound of his prick sucking in and out of her tight pussy added to it, also.
"More! Give me all you got! And fast! Burn me up with that cock of yours! Oh, God, God! Hurt me! Fuck me and hurt meee!"
His aunt's words shocked him. He didn't want to hurt her. He wanted to fuck her and let them both have their fun. He started to withdraw and found his cock drawn back into her cunt. He had no choice but to fuck with all the power locked up in his slender hips.
Powerful stroke followed an equally powerful stroke. And then he lost control of his body. No longer able to maintain the smooth, even rhythm he had begun with, he exploded into a frenzy of fucking. He rammed hard and fast into her cunt. He pound his crotch into hers with wild abandon. For a horrible instant, he thought he must be hurting her from the hideous sounds leaking from her lips. But she urged him on.
Nothing that felt this good could be evil. He fucked harder, his hips corkscrewing his prick all the way up into her softly yielding cunt. The squishing noise came louder. Her pussy was frothy with fuck sauce now. And then he couldn't contain his fiery tide of jism any more.
Like a stick of dynamite buried up her twat, he exploded. Spurt after impossibly hard spurt of gooey white jism spattered into her pussy. He whitewashed her cunt as he arched his back and pressed down even more. There was no way his prick could be driven any deeper into his aunt's pussy.
When she came, her cunt collapsed like a mine shaft around his still spewing prick. He gasped again and wondered if this tightness might crush him to a pulp. But it brought, only new delight to him.
And when both of them had finished, they lay in each other's arms, not speaking, each lost in their own thoughts.
CHAPTER SIX
"How good to see you again, Gloria!" exclaimed Jennifer. "It's been too long since you dropped by."
Gloria smiled a little as she greeted her friend. She silently went into Jennifer's home and immediately saw Tom sitting with a beer in his hand and watching television. For a moment, she felt a lump in her throat. This was such a nice domestic scene. It had been like this with her once. Once.
No more. Her husband was dead. She envied Jennifer in that respect. She still had Tom on a fulltime basis. But Gloria realized she would have to begin coming out of her self-imposed exile. She couldn't mope around the rest of her life. She was still young. Friends like Jennifer and Tom would help her get back into the swing of things.
Literally the swing of things with these two.
"How're you doing, Gloria?" asked Tom. She smiled at him. She had always liked him – and more. An element of love crept into her gaze. He was kind and gentle and one of the best damn lays she'd ever found, including her husband.
"Surviving and that's about all, Harry's death really shook me up a lot."
"I can imagine. Are you…?" began Jennifer, her question dangling.
"I guess that's why I came over. I know you folks prefer to swing with other couples and I'm not part of a couple. Not now, at any rate. Still, I felt like I was cooped up and ready to explode inside."
"Little wonder," said Tom. "You're a sexy, beautiful woman. Going this long without any cock must be driving you right up the wall. I never knew you to go more than a day or two at the outside without getting hornier than hell."
"Well, Harry's death did rack me up, but something else is bugging me now."
"Anything we can help you with?" asked Jennifer, sitting on the sofa and crossing her legs. Gloria swallowed hard at the sight. The other woman made a big point of crossing her legs and showing white flesh all the way up to her crotch. It was obvious she wasn't wearing any panties. That was the way Tom liked it and Jennifer would always do what Tom liked.
Gloria's mind wandered a little. Tom and Jennifer were old friends. The first time the four of them had gotten together, it wasn't even with the idea of swapping wives. A bridge game and nothing more. A bit toe much liquor greased the tracks and before anyone knew it, they were playing strip poker. The men enjoyed it and they won consistently until the women were both mother naked.
Then the fun had begun. The four of them had enjoyed each other so much that they had continued. Then they dropped the pretense of the bridge game. They came and they fucked and it was fun.
Until Henry died. Gloria hadn't wanted to come over after that. She didn't know what her reception would be like. After all, there were social rules governing swinging just as there were social rules governing everything else. She didn't have a partner for Jennifer to screw, so she could hardly come over and make a play for Tom. Jennifer might get the wrong idea.
They were friends. But could she tell them about her affair with her very own nephew? Tom and Jennifer were liberal in their sexual views, but were they liberal enough not to condemn her? They understood the sexual pressures she had been under. Tom's comment told her that. But they might not go for her incestuous relationship. That might be outside the realm of sexuality that they could accept.
Gloria wasn't about to lose friends such as these over an ill-considered remark on her part. She would have to draw them out on their feelings.
"Well, I don't know. I've gotten involved with a younger man. Much younger. Young enough to be my son."
"He's a lucky son of a bitch," said Tom smiling.
"That doesn't bother you at all?" Gloria asked. She saw from their smiles that it didn't. They were happy for her and that was that.
"Why didn't you bring him along?"
"Well, Jen, it seemed like he might be a little spooked about our… arrangements. After all, swinging isn't exactly the most accepted thing in suburbia. You know what my sister would think of it." Gloria shuddered a little thinking about that. Her sister was such a prude. The woman wondered why. Their upbringing had been the same. But Gloria was open-minded and experimental about her sex. Her sister seemed to dig sex, too, but only in the bedroom with the lights out and probably only in the missionary position.