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Aunt in Bikini

... whined. "Take it out and come over me, Carl. But please don't let go in my pussy." "Jean," I mumbled, head lolling as I clenched my jaw in an effort to hold back the flood. "Aunty Jean," I corrected, "I'm..." My aunt pushed a hand to my chest, her buttocks slipping back so my cock slid out of that molten embrace. "Wank it out, Carl," the woman gasped. "And then, if you're capable, if you can stay hard we can fuck some more. I haven't finished with you yet." Jean yelped and grinned up at me, her expression exultant, mouth widening when the first splash of the hot stuff flicked out of me and hit her skin. A thick rope of gloop glistened in the valley between Jean's breasts. She was rubbing herself with one hand, and had just begun to smear the ejaculate into her flesh when the second spurt caught her across the chin, the f***e of it causing the jizm to spatter over Jean's mouth, a trail of viscous goo lying across my aunt's face like a fat, silvery worm. I was grunting and cranking away at my cock, with Jean making much the same noises, both of us gasping and groaning and wall-eyed. Finally, the outpouring ceased, and I gawped at Jean while her body squelched around her probing digits, her climax boiling on. It took some time but she eventually calmed, her chest heaving, a hand wedged between her thighs. "You dirty bugger," Jean mumbled, surveying the spread of destruction across her chest, fingers coming away from her face smeared with my cum. "What a mess!" My aunt eyed my ...

... cock when I staggered to my feet, the length of that jib oozing a snotty drip of ejaculate. She stood up to join me, pressing her body close. I felt my own seed cold against my skin and didn't care, not since Jean was kissing me and I had my hands full of her buttocks. "Can you go again?" she asked, pulling back, her breasts smeared and glistening. "I-uh-I think so, Aunty Jean," I replied. "Oh good," responded my aunt. "Sit down." I sat on the sofa at her direction. My aunt straddled me, those big tits in front of my face. I grabbed those weighty orbs, squeezing slippery flesh between my palms while Jean reached down between us, grabbed my cock, held it upright, and then sank down. "I'm going to fuck you," she mumbled, that slack-jawed expression telling me she was already feeling it. "I'm going to ride your cock, my darling nephew. I'm going to ride you until I come. I want you to kiss me when I'm doing it. Kiss me while I come on you, Carl." So I did. I stayed with my aunt that night. I fucked into her from behind, again while she was on the sofa, her tits cantilevered over the arm of the settee, her hips rippling with the f***e of my thrusts, our skin slap-slap-slapping with meaty thwacks. We showered together, kissing beneath the spray, the water cleansing us both, dried semen sluicing off Jean's body. We ate and drank in her kitchen, naked at the table, and then, with her bare backside resting on the wooden table, the legs creaking, I licked and fingered my Aunty Jean to ...