Patti was exceedingly angry with herself. There was a certain, almost delicious throbbing in her asshole that always reminded her of the brutal way Carl had fucked her. That didn't bother Patti though. She knew that the next time she had a big, powerful cock ramming up her ass it would feel nothing less than heavenly. In fact, she was looking forward to putting some oil on her puckered asshole and asking one of the boys to ram his meat in to the hilt.
What made Patti so angry was that she had gained a pound from the huge spaghetti dinner that she made and then devoured. Always one to have to watch her weight, Patti carded a few extra pounds, but did them in a sexy way. However, the balance was a tenuous one, one that needed to be constantly maintained and monitored.
The following day Patti stayed away from the boys and didn't eat anything. Whenever she dieted, her horniness grew twofold. It was Patti's philosophy that if she couldn't eat, the least she could do was chew on some delicious cock-meat.
Somehow Patti never quite managed to get alone with any of the three boys. All of them wanted to be with her, never letting her out of their sight. In consequence, none of them had the chance to fuck her, eat her pussy, or have her deliver one of the special Patricia Fox Supreme Deep-throat Blowjobs.
The next morning Patti awoke with two intense needs – hunger and horniness. She kicked her feet over the edge of the couch and stretched her arms over her head. Her mountainous tits wiggled tautly, the darkened areolas pointed with throbbing erect nipples that tingled and itched for attention.
Walking into the bedroom, Patti decided to be casual for the day. She pulled from her drawers a pair of cut-off jeans that showed off all of her legs and nearly all her ass, and a tank top that was a size or two too small.
Patti was almost sad that none of the boys awoke when she went into the bedroom. She would have, without a moment's hesitation, knelt at the edge of the bed and sucked one of them off. The big-titted brunette was so hot for cock-meat she probably would have fucked and sucked all three of them at once, dropping the pretense of being the sweet young aunt and letting the boys know that none, of them had exclusive rights to the pleasures her body could and would provide.
But it didn't work out that way, so as Patti made her morning coffee she embroidered "July 3" on her panties and then got dressed. The tank top seemed to mold perfectly to the enormous swells of her creamy tits, stretching tight around the mounds. The material, being stretched as it was, did not completely hide her areolas. If one looked closely, the dark areolas were plainly visible. The nipples, in Patti's aroused, excited state, were constantly poking out, making sharp dents in the shirt.
As Patti prepared breakfast for the boys, she thought about Bruce. He seemed to be the innocent one, the one who had the least experience in fucking. When Bruce had sucked on Patti's tits and jerked off, Patti had felt almost maternal. She decided then that he would be the one to fuck her, or at least get his rocks off with her help.
"Maybe I should keep playing the game," Patti said aloud, thinking of the role she had played – the one of the woman hoping the boy get through difficult times while not really enjoying the sexual aspects of the task.
"What was that?" Bruce asked, stepping out of tile bedroom.
Patti wheeled around, her eyes wide with shock. The movement caused her tits to jiggle and slosh on her chest.
"Oh! You frightened me!" Patti said. "I didn't know you were up."
"I'm sorry, Aunt Patricia. I didn't mean to. I thought you were saying something to me." Bruce went to Patti and kissed her lightly on the cheek. He did not resist the temptation to accidentally rub his body against her tits. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, and his prick was paying attention, becoming hard inside his trousers and underwear. "Mmmmm! Breakfast smells delicious… and so do you."
Patti was too horny to be patient. She took Bruce's large hand in hers and looked tenderly into his eyes.
"Are you all right, Bruce? Is everything okay with you?"
"Sure! Everything's just fine."
"I mean… is all of you calm and satisfied? Is there anything I can help you with?"
Bruce now understood what his lovely Aunt Patricia was hinting at. He immediately blushed crimson, balling his hands into tight fists at his sides. He figured his aunt had let him suck on her tits only because she felt guilty about giving him the hard-on. Not for a second did he believe that she would assist him in getting his rocks because she wanted to. Or because she was horny.
He cast his eyes down to her swollen nipples the areolas showed through the straining shirt. It hugged her curvaceous body like a second skin, showing off everything she had to offer. Looking directly at her tits, Bruce's cock grew to enormous proportions, bulging out the front of his pants. He cursed himself for getting a hard-on, but also realized that there was really nothing he could do to stop his maddening, continually horny urges.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Patricia," Bruce said, unable to look into his aunt's beautiful blue green eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I look at you and… it comes up."
"It's not your fault," Patti said tenderly. Her mouth watered as she gazed lovingly at the huge tent at Bruce's crotch. That cock, she knew, was going to do something wonderful to her body soon. "It's mine. It's the way I dress. It's because you're a young man, a virile young man who has strong needs. I understand completely… and I'll help you. Don't you worry, my precious darling, I'll help you."
Patti was just about to drop to her knees and suck Bruce off right there in the kitchen when she heard a sound coming from the bedroom. She quickly turned to the stove and resumed cooking as Bruce darted into the living room. A moment later Carl, looking very sleepy, walked out.
By noon Patti was so horny the pussyjuice was making her panties cling to the lips of her cunt. She was certain that if she got any hotter, the slick oil that seeped from her pussy would stain her cut-offs and make it all too obvious to her nephews that she was horny for their cocks.
When the mail came, things looked even worse for Patti. There was a letter from her niece, explaining that she would arrive July 4 via car to pick up her three older brothers and take them home.
Upon reading the letter, Patti's heart sank. She had forgotten that the boys were scheduled to leave July 5. The wanton brunette with the enormous tits had just two days left with them – and on one of the days she'd have to contend with their sister, who would undoubtedly make it more difficult for her to get fucked and eaten secretly.
Desperate now, Patti instructed Carl and Abel to clean up the bedroom – which was a mess – while she and Bruce went to the store to pick up some extra groceries and other essentials.
"I want this place clean when your sister arrives," Patti told them. "Your mother has always criticized me for being messy, and the last thing I need is for your sister to bring you back home and tell her that I'm a slob!"
Bruce sat on the passenger's side in the Corvette, admiring his aunt's legs as she fired up the engine and sped out of the driveway.
Zooming through the suburban streets, Patti shifted gears deftly, moving well over the speed limit. She headed for the freeway, needing some private place to take Bruce where they could service his rampaging hard-on in style and comfort.
"You can touch me if you need to," Patti said, not looking at her nephew. "I'll understand. I think it would be wrong if I did anything to you, but I don't think there's anything wrong with you touching me. There have got to be certain ground rules for proper conduct that must be followed."
"I agree," Bruce said, lying. What he really wanted to do was shove his big prick so deep in his aunt's cunt that she couldn't see straight. But since she had already stated he could do what he liked with her body without actually fucking her, he'd be content with that.
Twisting sideways on the seat, Bruce rubbed his prick through his pants. It had remained in a half-hard state since he first saw his aunt that morning, and now it was raging like a stallions cock. With his right hand he reached out and cupped one lush, firm, full tit. His fingers pressed into the pliable, resilient titflesh, feeling the warmth and energy of Patti's wanton body. The nipple, even through the tank top, dug into his palm and excited him.
Patti flinched as the bolts of pleasure, like searing pokers, burned through her body, exploding in the fiery recesses of her juicy cunt. She kept looking straight ahead, pretending to be totally disinterested in what Bruce was doing to her.
Actually, she was fighting with herself to keep from fucking the young boy. Patti didn't know exactly why she wouldn't let herself fuck Bruce, but she knew that she mustn't. For some reason she wanted to have at least one of the three boys think that she was something other than a cocksucking nymphomaniac.
"Do whatever you have to do, Bruce," Patti said as his hand roamed freely from one swollen, lust-inflamed tit to the other. "I fully understand the almost continual need for gratification with boys your age. There's nothing wrong with facing a problem and dealing with it in whatever means necessary."
Patti couldn't say any more, and she didn't have to. Bruce was rubbing both of her nipples until she could hardly sit still in the Corvette. As she drove, she searched her mind for a secluded place to take her nephew. The thought of watching him jerk off sent a shiver of anticipation zipping through her passion hungry body though were plenty of cars nearby as they drove down the highway, Bruce didn't pay them any attention. The only thing that concerned him was his pulsating cock and his aunt's luscious body. He pushed his pants down to his knees, not caring whether anyone in the passing cars could see his prick or not, and started stroking his cockpole as he caressed Patti's gigantic tits. He rolled the hardened nipples between his thumbs and fingers, noticing that the buds of tingling flesh became longer and harder under his gentle caresses.
Patti got off the freeway, heading for a small park she knew of. There were many trails through the center where she would be able to keep herself and her horny nephew hidden. He'd be able to shoot his nuts fuck cream off in comfort there, outdoors, just like the first time when he sucked on her tits and jerked off at the side of her house.
Pulling Patti's tanktop out of her shorts, Bruce shoved his hand under the clinging garment and squeezed her naked tit. His prick leaped in his hand, stretching out even further, the cockhead so huge and now it looked ready to explode at any second.
"You've got such magnificent tits," Bruce whispered, as much to himself as to his aunt. "They're perfect, absolutely perfect."
Patti pretended to ignore Bruce's hand and his words. But deep inside her body, the cuntal juices were flowing, making her pussy hotter than it had been. His hand on her tit, the fingers digging in deeply and rolling her nipple, was driving her crazy with cock hunger.
"You'd better pull your… get yourself presentable," Patti said, approaching the parking lot for the park. "We've got a walk to take, and then we can handle your problem."
Bruce hitched up his pants again, having difficulty getting his nine-inch cock to bend downward, stretching down the leg of his pants. He had himself at least partially presentable by the time Patti pulled the Corvette into a parking place and shut off the engine. Anyone looking at him would immediately see that he had a hard-on, but there was no way to disguise that.
After tucking her tank top back into the skin-tight cut-offs, Patti got out of the car. Her scissoring thighs caused the denim material to rub against her cunt, creating more list tingles to crackle through her veins and excite her already glowing clit.
"Follow me," Patti said.
There weren't many people in the park, Patti figured, because there weren't many cars. So she thought it would be no trouble to find an out-of-the-way place to take off her clothes. She chose a winding, narrow trail through the trees and moved quickly. Her long, thin heels sank into, the soft earth as she walked.
Following his aunt, Bruce stared hungrily at her full asscheeks as they swished back and forth inside her shorts. He could see the line of her bikini panties and his cock jumped in his shorts, straining to be freed.
Patti went deep into the park, then got off the trail and made her way slowly through the thick woods. When she was finally satisfied that nobody from the trail could spot her, she turned around and waited for Bruce to catch up. She was at least as horny – if not more so – than he was.
The area Patti had chosen was only about ten feet square where, for some reason, no trees had grown. On the ground was a plush blanket of grass which she decided would be comfortable enough to kneel or even lay in.
"Okay, now I know what you're going through and that you have to have an orgasm quickly, so these are the ground rules that I'm setting. If you violate them, we're going back to the car immediately and you can worry about your problem yourself," Patti said, trembling all over she was so horny. When Bruce nodded his head, she continued. "The way I see it, if you don't put your… er… thing in me, that's not incest. It's only incest if you put it in me. I'll do whatever you say, but I'm going to be passive. I'm only here because I feel somehow guilty for your perpetual erection."
"Okay, I'll do whatever you say."
Patti raised one eyebrow and shook her head slowly, causing her glimmering, ebony hair to flow over her shoulders.
"And I'll do whatever you say."
Patti tried to keep from smiling as she watched her nephew undressing. She remained – at least outwardly – calm and collected, standing with her feet slightly parted, hands at her sides.
Once he was completely naked, Bruce moved closer to his luscious aunt. His hands were trembling as he put them on her slender shoulders and gazed down into her lovely eyes. His cock was nearly touching her stomach.
"This is a wonderful thing for you to do," he said, wondering if the words had come out right.
Slowly, like he was unwrapping a Christmas present, Bruce pulled Patti's shirt over her head. Her voluminous tits jiggled and swayed, the nipples distended, once the twin mounds of milky tit-flesh were freed. A groan of absolute pleasure came from deep in Bruce's chest as he gawked once more at her succulent tits.
"C-can I take off your pants, too?" Bruce asked, taking a step back to get a better look at his aunt.
"You can do with me whatever you want," Patti replied without looking at him.
Bruce dropped to his knees in the grass in front of Patti. For a moment he stared at her navel, then looked up her body. The tits hung just above his face and, through the valley of her tits he saw Patti's face. She was looking straight ahead, apparently oblivious to everything he was doing.
With trembling hands Bruce unsnapped Patti's jeans and pulled them by the full, sweeping curves of her hips. When he had them down to her ankles, he took off her shoes, then helped her step out of the shorts. Next he slipped his fingertips inside the elastic band of her panties. He paused a moment, seeing the dark stain in the black silk where her pussyjuice had been blotted by the cloth.
"You're so beautiful," Bruce purred as he pulled her panties down and caught his first look at his aunt's black, curly, triangular bush. It surprised him that she had "July 3" embroidered on her panties and he thought of asking her why, but decided against it for fear of breaking the sensual mood.
As Patti stepped out of her panties, she let her head roll back on her shoulders. The sun was bright and warm on her face, and over her itching nipples. She could feel a cool breeze working against the moist, inflamed lips of her pussy. It was nothing less than thrilling to be Bruce's sex toy, to do whatever he asked without actually taking his cock inside her body. Though she didn't know exactly what her nephew had in mind, she knew it would be exciting.
Bruce stood, his cockhead rubbing against Patti's dimpled stomach. He bent down, wanting to kiss her on the lips, but she turned her face away. Undaunted, Bruce pleased himself by kissing the arch of her neck, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness of her warm, smooth, perfumed flesh.
Kneading one ripe, oversized tit, Bruce pushed the fingers of his other hand through Patti's black, wavy hair. He smelled her perfume and nibbled on her earlobe, rubbing the hair against his face. Her silken hair was a soft, gentle caress that made him shiver all over.
Reaching to the juncture of Patti's full, warm thighs, Bruce brought his palm to her hungry muff. Instantly he felt the pussyjuice making his hand wet, and he knew that even though she appeared to be cold as a statue, she was seething with lusty desire inside.
She's only doing this because I'm her nephew and I've got a hard-on, Bruce told himself. He was amazed that Patti, who obviously didn't want to fuck him, would go to such great lengths to please him. Sighing, his lips searching and finding a nipple, Bruce sucked as much of her creamy tit-flesh into his mouth as he could.
"Mmmmmmm!" he moaned, his tongue sliding over the heated nipple. When his middle finger grazed over Patti's clit, her entire body tightened. Her legs quivered, the thighs flexed, the sides of her asscheeks hollowed.
Patti felt Bruce's finger begin to push into her cunt. She wanted to have him finger-fuck her, but that wasn't what she had originally agreed to. Almost sadly she whispered, "Bruce, not inside, remember?"
Taking his hand away from her pussy, Bruce straightened his arm again, putting it around Patti's neck. He held her close and tight, enjoying the way his cock was squeezed between their bodies. The firmness of her tits as they flattened against the lower part of his chest delighted the teenager and made his cock even harder.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Bruce sighed, working his hips in a circular motion.
Patti shivered in his arms. Her nipples were sizzling, digging into the muscular flesh of Bruce's stomach. His long, thick, hard cock was rubbed against her stomach, sending its heat throughout her body. She started to suck his cockpole until the rich streams of jism gushed mightily in her mouth, but once again she forced herself into continuing to play the role of the dutiful aunt who was only there because she felt guilty for the poor teenager's raging hard-on.
When Bruce released Patti, he moved behind her and started rubbing the spongy pricktip along the crack of her ass. He felt her asscheeks tighten around his cockhead, squeezing the huge bulb of prickmeat.
When Patti felt the pricktip pressing against her asshole, a shiver of fear ripped through her hungry body. Her ass was still tender from the brutal way Carl had fucked her. But still, the thought of taking Bruce's cock up her ass wasn't without appeal. In fact, Patti was thinking about how full she had felt when Carl had forcefully rammed his mighty cock full-length into her ass. She was certain that the next time she spread her asscheeks for a man's cock, she'd enjoy it even more.
Reaching around her body, Bruce cupped the twin tits and mauled them in his powerful hands as he pumped his hips, running his cock along Patti's luscious asscheeks. His balls were getting hotter by the second, the jism simmering in them, preparing to spew out in gooey, creamy jets.
Remaining behind his aunt, Bruce put his hands on Patti's shoulders and pushed down. At first the luscious brunette didn't know what he hinted at. Then, her mouth salivating, she dropped to her knees in the thick grass.
Patti sat on her heels, waiting anxiously for Bruce to do whatever it was he intended on doing. She put her hands on her thighs, the long, tapered fingernails gouging slightly into her pale flesh. This was a sweet torture for her. To have a hard cock so close and handy, yet being unable to fondle it, was both better and worse than anything she had ever experienced.
Bruce took a handful of his aunt's ebony hair and wrapped the wavy strands around the shaft of his cock. He stroked his cock, the silken strands providing a strange and exciting new feeling to shake his muscular young body.
Patti sighed softly as Bruce used her hair to jerk on his cock. Occasionally the pricktip would rub against the side of her face and she could feel its head. Her breathing quickened, the huge, hard-nippled tits rising and falling faster and faster on her chest.
When he began pushing the spongy crown of his cock against her shoulders, Patti closed her eyes, concentrating only on that part of Bruce that was touching her wanton, needy body. The pussyjuice was nearly streaming out of her now, and as she knelt, a few spears of grass were touching the inflamed cuntlips.
Standing directly in front of his aunt, Bruce's pricktip wagged in her face. Patti stared hungrily at the cock, the reddish colored knob, the skin stretching tightly around the swollen inner core of meat. From the tiny eye of the cock, a glistening, opaque drop of pre-cum oozed out, catching the sun. Patti had to fight with herself to keep from licking off the pungent fuck-cream.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Patti sighed whoa Bruce brought his cock to her mouth and smeared the pre-cum onto her full, quivering lips like lipstick.
It was absolute ecstasy and sheer agony, all rolled into one. Bruce began rubbing his cockhead against Patti's face, and she had all she could do to keep from, opening, her lush lips and sucking the cock right down her throat. To feel Bruce's nine-inch cock stretching her throat would be nothing less than glorious.
Bruce stroked the shaft of his meat pole. He pressed the cockhead against Patti's beautiful face. He rubbed the pricktip against her eyelids and over her cheeks. A trail of gooey pre-cum glistened from one cheekbone and over the bridge of her nose to the opposite cheekbone. As ho pushed his throbbing cockhead against her face, Bruce's knees knocked against her firm, free tits, sending them swaying slightly.
"Is this okay to do?" Bruce asked, his hand twisting in a circular motion around the veined shaft of his prick as he pushed the spongy bullet-shaped tip against Patti's eyebrow.
Tilting her face back, Patti looked up at Bruce. Her eyes now glassy, limpid pools of passion.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Yes, this is okay to do. You can do anything you want to with me. Anything at all. I'm yours, Bruce. Yours to do with what you like."
She could smell the musky aroma of her nephew's cock-meat. The scent made Patti all that much more hungry for the taste of his cock, and she stabbed her fingernails deeper into the tingling flesh of her thighs. Control, she kept thinking, I've got to keep control!
Holding his feverish prickpole by the base, Bruce stroked the shaft, as he pressed the cockhead against his aunt's smooth, slightly hollowed cheek. When he slapped her cheek with his cockhead, tingles rushed all through his body.
"Is it okay to do this?" Bruce asked, striking Patti's cheek with his cockhead again.
"Yes, my precious darling," Patti purred as Bruce pressed the tip of his cock against her lips. All she would need to do was flick out her tongue to taste the huge, rigid, hot pole of manly muscle. "Beat me with your cock if you want, I won't stop you. You can do anything you want, anything at all. My body is yours to do with what you like."
Bruce groaned deep in his chest and assailed Patti's face. Each time his cockhead struck her cheek, the smacking sound he heard sent tingles rushing up his spine. He pummeled her face, smacking one cheek and then the other.
A thousand furious emotions were bouncing around inside Patti's head. She whimpered with need, mewling like a cat in heat, needing a stud to satisfy her hunger.
Lacing his fingers together behind Patti's head, Bruce shoved his prick against her face. His cock was pointed upward, the hairy nut sac against her chin. He pumped his hips, rubbing the underside of his meatpole against her face. Bruce's big, throbbing prick pressed against the side of her nose, the cock warming Patti's face from her chin to her forehead.
Inhaling deeply, Patti smelled Bruce's balls. It was so strange to have him rubbing his cock against her face, so different and exciting. She squirmed in the grass, wanting to shove a finger into her cunt. She thought that maybe Bruce wouldn't think she was as lusty as she appeared to be if she didn't finger-fuck herself.
"Lay in the grass," Bruce hissed, his cock dancing from his waist. The cockhead was almost purple now and his balls were close to his body, nearly ready to gush out their salty wad of fuck-cream.
Patti sat down, then stretched out in the grass, folding her hands, one over the other, on her thick cuntbush. Her biceps pressed against the sides of her tits, pushing the huge globes of flesh together.
"You're so beautiful," Bruce said, looking down at his aunt.
On her back, her mountainous tits separated slightly and became even more full and round.
Her ebony hair spilled out around her head. Her blue-green eyes shone brightly, reflecting the sun's brilliance.
As the boy stood, his rock-hard cock jutting out of a meaty fist, he was surprised at the incredible perfection of Patti's body. As she lay on her back, he could see the slight gap between her front teeth. An almost imperceptible space that added to her beauty by making her somehow, in some indefinable way, less than absolutely perfect the slight outline of her ribs. Her sunken stomach and dimpled navel. The generous, dark-brown areolas and the nubby buds that had given him such pleasure to suck on. The thin, dark eyebrows and the richness of a red mouth. The thick patch of curly black hair that was just as large – but no larger – than necessary to cover the lust-swollen cuntlips.
His hand moved slowly, running full-length along his huge, meaty cock. Bruce stepped away from his beloved aunt, now looking at her from the side. He noticed that her tits doubled the thickness of her body. The distance from her back to the front portion of I her ribs was exactly the same as from her ribs to her nipples. Extraordinary tits! The best, most mouth-watering tits in the entire world. And they were his to enjoy, his to kiss and caress and fuck. Fuck her tits? thought Bruce.
Fuck!
Patti did not know what had happened, or why Bruce had suddenly stopped groping her hot body. The sun was warming her and she wanted to feel the velvet-like smoothness of his cockhead rubbing against her cheeks and lips. Her fingers moved of their own will, pressing harder against the dewy cuntlips, sending electric current through her veins.
Licking her lips, Patti looked at Bruce through slitted eyes. She wanted his cock pounding her again, slapping against her face lewdly. She wanted to watch his jism flying out of the angry-looking cockhead. The taste, feel and smell of his cum would delight her. Patti suspected that she would probably cum without even touching her cunt if he just would jerk off on her.
"Is it okay if I put my…" Bruce's voice trailed off as he searched for the right word. "Is it okay if I put my cock between your breasts?"
Patti put her small hands on the huge globes of tit-flesh. Her hands couldn't come close to holding all of the succulent, tender mounds. With her palms on the upper surface of her tits, she pushed down and together, forming a tight valley for her nephew's cock.
"Of course, my precious. Anything you want. Anything at all."
Bruce was shaking as he put one foot over Patti's prone body. He paused a moment to look past his cock to her face. Slowly, his eyes locked onto hers, Bruce lowered his body. Patti separated her tits briefly. Then, when his cock was flat against her body, she pushed the tits together again, trapping his huge cockpole.
"I've never done this before," Patti said, not telling the entire truth. Men had shoved their cocks between her tits before, but nobody had done it until they climaxed. Her tits had always been her main feature, and pow she was using them to her fullest advantage.
"Then I'll be the first."
Bruce was surprised at his own voice. It sounded strong, confident. He leaned forward, his hands pressing into the grass above Patti's head. Putting his feet out and spreading them, Bruce began tossing his hips to and fro, sliding his huge prick in and out of the milky cleavage of his aunt's tits.
"Yesssss! Yes, my precious darling," Patti purred, pressing her tits tighter around the jack-hammering thrusts of cock-meat.
Each time Bruce teamed his prick full-length through the cleavage, his cockhead struck Patti's chin. She purred, enjoying getting titty fucked, staring with absolute fascination at the mushroomed cockhead whenever it appeared through the juncture of her tits.
"Ug! Ug! Ug! Owwwwww!" Bruce groaned as his hips lurched.
Patti released her ills and worked her hands under Bruce's thighs. She simply had to fingerfuck herself. The sight smell and feel of her nephew's cock reaming her tits was too exciting for her to ignore her wanton, fiery cunt.
Bruce grabbed the twin moons of pale, feminine tit-flesh and pushed them together, trapping his cock once more. As he titty fucked Patti, his balls rubbed against her body.
"I'm going to cum," he sighed, gritting his teeth, fighting to keep the jism in his balls for as long as possible. Pleasure this intense must be enjoyed for hours on end.
Patti heard Bruce's words, but they sounded far away. She slipped two fingers into her wet cunt and began finger-fucking herself furiously, stabbing her fingers deep into her pussy, enticing her clit to become overheated.
"Ieeeaaahhhhh!" Bruce howled as the jism rose in his nuts. He punched his cockpole through Patti's tits as the first long stream of jism erupted from his nuts. His cockhead was just above her chin when the cum shot out.
"Oh!" Patti chirped when she saw the white, thick, sticky cum shoot from his pricktip.
The cum shot through the air, making a slick white line from Patti's ebony hair, down her forehead, following the bridge of her nose and finally trailing over her lips and chin. The cock disappeared between the huge tits and when it reappeared, Patti turned her face up, exposing her neck. A bullet of cum splattered against the underside of her chin and pooled up in the hollow of her neck. Again the cock disappeared between her lush tits, and again it shot out cum when it slid full-length through her pillow-like cleavage.
Bruce released his aunt's enormous tits and began jerking on his spewing, red-hot prick. He pounded the cock, partially sitting on her stomach. The long streams of jism exploded from his cockhead, some landing on Patti's face, more cum falling on her trembling tits.
Patti groaned as her pussyjuice streamed out of her cunt. She had a difficult time with reaming her pussy because Bruce had his weight on her, but she was so excited that he couldn't have held her down and prevented her from rubbing her clit until she came even if he had wanted to.
The milky gobs of cum stuck to Patti's face, trickling down her cheeks. It matted with her hair, stark white against the jet-black strands. Bruce leaned over her face, shaking a last drop from the tip of his cock's crown. The jism landed on her lip and he was surprised to watch her lustily lick it off, then run her tongue around her lips in hopes of swallowing more of his spunk.
"Wonderful," Patti purred, a weak, satisfied smile spreading across her cum splattered face. "My precious darling, you were absolutely wonderful. I can't remember the last time I had a cum shower."
Bruce got unsteadily to his face, surprised at his aunt's coarse language. He thought, if she'll lick my cum off her lips, why won't she take it straight from the source – my cock?