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