Young Nephew - Sex Stories

Young Nephew

... that Doris began clenching the bed sheets tightly with both hands right away. He heard the quick intake of breath, and watched as she closed her eyes and tried to focus on her breathing. After three of four unsuccessful attempts, Doris managed to relax enough that the head finally disappeared between her stretched labia. "Holy FUCK that thing is huge," she whimpered; no longer mindful of sounding like a proper lady. "Go slow, okay, sweetie? That thing could really hurt me." Despite not wanting to inflict pain, and going out of his way not be a brute, Tristan still quietly enjoyed the rush of being able to overwhelm women like he could. His Aunt was no exception. Forty years older and far more sexually experienced, yet clearly still dizzy and breathless from his size. Having gained the head, Tristan began slowly applying more and more pelvic f***e to his probing and stretching. Doris's labial lips were soon stretched taut; dilated to the max by his 'pop can' girth. With gentle rocking, and slow, incremental gains, he eventually fit a respectable fifth or sixth inch inside her. "OH. MY. GOD!" gasped Doris; mouth agape; eyes rolling back in her head. "You feel like a bl**dy baseball bat!" Doris continued to whimper and pant as her young charge gained more and more ground. Each time progress was made, he would stop and allow her to breathe and relax. At one point, she raised her head and looked down, wincing, to observe the intensely erotic site -- her lover's enormous cock ...

... slowly disappearing between her matronly thighs. His young body was so tight and beautiful. In truth, even at that moment, she still felt somewhat self-conscious about the fleshy deposits in her thighs, hips, and behind in comparison to his young body, but they were beyond that now. Lovers. "Oh god," she hissed though gritted teeth. "You're so fucking DEEP." By about inch nine, with Doris sounding almost faint, and after what seemed to them like an eternity of slow, measured progress, Tristan felt the head bump against her cervix. She had topped out with only about two solid inches to spare. Feeling more confident and excited that they might actually be able to make love properly, Tristan became more verbally expressive. After allowing his Aunt time to adjust, he withdrew to the tip then buried his fat battering ram back inside her snatch in one full, nine inch delivery. He knew just when to pull back to avoid hitting her cervix again, but Doris still almost barked from the greater f***e of it. "You feel that, Auntie," said Tristan. "Feel ALL that cock inside you?" "Oh god, yessss," groaned a weakened Doris in response. "I've never ... It's so ... You're stretching my pussy, filling me -- feeling like a young girl again!" On each in-stroke, Tristan's cock was so thick, Doris's labia lips folded inward, almost disappearing, and causing her clit to rub against the top ridge of his shaft. Conversely, with each out-stroke, she felt as though he might take her delicate insides with ...