Aunt Anne and Her Friends Ch. 04

"Sniff my snatch -- sniff the aroma of my excited pussy, honey..."

I did. It was sweetly musky. She brushed it fleetingly over my lips and I tasted her sweet juice. She lowered it down again against my tongue, then began to thrust it gently up and down on my hard, extended tongue, bending and straightening her knees to do so.

"That's it, love," her partner urged her. "Fuck his eager young tongue and coat it with your juices..."

I couldn't see his face without cricking my neck and removing it from Caroline's riding movements, but his voice was slightly hoarse with the thrill of watching his partner do this to me. After a few more moments of thrusting and then teasing with her pussy scarcely brushing my mouth or held just above it, she stepped away and stood astride Jacks' face instead, treating him to the same teasing and thrusting. I licked my lips, savouring her residual taste. I raised my hand and rubbed it up and down her plump outer thigh.

As she had with me, Caroline moved away from Jack after a few minutes. He got up from the bed. Caroline straddled my neck again and lowered her blond-crested pussy to my mouth but remained still this time.

"Kiss my pussy, James. Kiss it and lick it and eat it, honey!" she murmured. I gazed up at the saucy tuft of hair and stroked it, running my fingertips through the soft silken pubes. I pushed my tongue against her turgid lips, pushing them from side to side. I dragged my tongue slowly up along her slit and back, and chewed on them with my mouth, tugging on them, stretching them and letting them flip back again. I probed my tongue inside her slit, seeking her opening. She groaned, and Jack looked on keenly.

He kicked off his shoes and tugged off his socks, then unfastened his trousers. I looked away as he pulled them and his underpants off. There was a bath towel on the bedside cabinet and he placed it over the seat of the armchair and pulled it so that it was facing a yard, so or me from my head. It confirmed my suspicions of the purpose of the towel I had spotted through the open doorway of the dining room as Caroline and Bill finished getting dressed.

I continued to lap and lick Caroline's pussy and alternately caressed her silky tuft and rubbed her clit. It was hard and sticky. She leaned forward and I realised that she was taking Jack's erection in her mouth as I ate her and fingered her. I looked over at the mirror and saw her head and shoulders rising and falling and her big, sagging breasts gently slapping against his thighs. He cupped them and kneaded them rhythmically.

As well as the rude sight in the mirror I still found myself staring at the pussy of this sexy, mature woman as I ate it and savoured her sweet, sticky juice. The sound of my licking and sucking was augmented by the still ruder sounds of her sucking her partner. I cupped her bum cheeks. They were slightly flabby. I kneaded them and rolled them away from each other and back again in little circular movements. We carried on like this for several minutes.

I felt her pussy give a few involuntary twitches and with a smug sense of satisfaction I realised that she was not far from coming. I eased a finger into her moist opening and thrust it gently but firmly in and out. I frigged her sticky button with my tongue and sucked it. I felt her straddling thighs shudder against my neck and her pussy twitched again.

Then, sighing and whimpering as she continued to lick and suck Jack's erection, she came against my mouth with a long low moan and a violent shaking of her whole body. Jack was now running his hands over her back, and her breasts swung and swayed with joyful abandon. In the mirror, her expression was serene and her eyes were closed -- but her mouth was still clamped around Jack's member and he was thrusting gently and shallowly in and out between her lips.

I suddenly remembered the possibility that we were all being watched by Bill, his wife Lucy, and my Aunt Anne from the adjoining room. I felt suddenly uncomfortable, conspicuous and perverted. After all, my aunt had only allowed a view for a few minutes and had not permitted Lucy or I to see anything explicit, yet here I was having just performed oral sex on Jack's partner and made her come.

I shuddered. But then it occurred to me that my dad's sister had at least gone so far as to afford me a view of her and Jack, even if not for long. Besides, I told myself, the others might be too preoccupied to be watching the three of us. And Aunt Anne was able to make up her own mind whether to look or not.

To be honest, though, I still felt ashamed at allowing myself to be on show like this. It was simply that it seemed a bit wimpish to ask if we could screen ourselves from view, as neither Jack nor Caroline seemed to consider it.

Then as Caroline stepped away from me I almost felt I had a point to prove. The top of my head was facing the wall of the room where the others were ensconced, with my body lying lengthways away from it. Now I sat up and swung round. As Jack had done, I slipped off my shoes and socks. Then, facing the wall, and trying to look bold and devil-may-care, I pulled off my shirt, jeans and boxers.

Caroline was now standing upright. Her breathing was still irregular and her face was still flushed from her climax. She looked me up and down with approval. As her gaze rested on my erection it gave a kind of salute, a reflex of increased arousal. She laughed, and Jack and I joined in.

She took it in her hand and did the same with Jack's. I watched both her hands rocking up and down and whilst I had no wish to look closely at Jack's erect member, I was heartened to see that it was not much bigger than mine. Perhaps it was a shade longer but I reckoned -- rightly or wrongly -- that mine was a little thicker. I wondered whether my aunt had held it tenderly and looked at it as intently as Caroline was now doing.

I avoided looking at the wall now, but if anyone was watching now they would see my swollen manhood being gently wanked by Caroline. Another twinge of shame and illicit delight gripped me at the thought.

Caroline was glancing from one throbbing, purple tip to the other.

"I think you both need to lie down on the bed and take turns in giving me a titty-fuck!" she said softly.

At this point I had to nudge her hand away. I was afraid I would explode there and then.

I got onto the bed and shuffled over so that Jack could lie down next to me. It felt very odd and a little unpleasant to be naked so close to another man, but I soon forgot my discomfort.

Caroline took a bottle of baby oil from the bedside cabinet and tipped some down her deep cleft. Then she knelt on the bed and crawled up until her big, warm, squashy breasts were resting on my thighs. They moulded gorgeously against me, and I felt the sticky warmth of the oil on my tender tip.

Then bracing herself on one elbow, she held her other arm across her breasts to support and cradle them and eased her deep, lubricated cleft over my length.

I groaned at the sight and sensation. Her breasts were warm and enveloped my throbbing hardness. My tip disappeared and poked rudely back into sight as she rocked slowly back and forth.

Jack reclined on his side and ran his hands over her back, but his eyes were fixed on the same sight as the one that transfixed me.

"Oh yes, you rude bitch! Let him fuck your big juicy jugs! Oh yeah!" he hissed.

His words seemed genuinely to thrill her rather than offend her, and she rocked harder and faster now. I groaned. She eased herself off me. Some pre-cum was seeping from my slit. She held my length and rubbed it against each of her nipples, as if painting my stickiness onto them. Then she rubbed it into her skin. She gazed at my erection, and at Jack's.

"I'm spoilt for choice, Jack. What do you think?" she asked softly.

"I don't know. Why not ask James, love?" he replied.

"He's a bit shy. He's only young!" she said teasingly, looking at me and winking. "But I suppose I could..."

My heart was thumping with excitement and apprehension, as I had no idea what was being proposed.

"Would you like to fuck me, James, while Jack shoots his load over my big boobies? Or would YOU like to come over my tits while HE fucks me?"

It was a tough choice, but if I gave it too much thought I would look stupid. I shrugged my shoulders in indecision but then replied falteringly.

"Hell, Caroline, what a choice. I... I'd like to do both. But if you don't mind, I think... I... I'd like to... er... to fuck you."

She laughed softly but kindly at my embarrassment. So did Jack. I gave a chuckle myself, though it was a bit forced. I really did like the idea of unloading over her big mature breasts, but somehow to penetrate her in her partner's presence seemed more daring, more illicit.

"I don't mind. Do you mind, Jack?"

"You know I don't, love. You know how much it turns me on watching you get fucked by another bloke!" he replied breezily.

He picked up a condom from the bedside cabinet and tossed it to her. My heartbeat was racing at the prospect, and I hoped that the viagra would keep me hard despite my embarrassment. Caroline peeled the condom open deftly and eased it onto my hard length. Then she shuffled down the bed and sat on its end. It creaked. And she lay down on her back with her feet resting on the floor.

I needed no further prompting. I stood between her pale, plumpish thighs and, stooping, eased into her. I stared as my manhood slid into her opening, and watched it thrusting slowly and rudely in and out of her gorged pussy. I looked at Jack. He was gazing at the sight, too. He was kneeling by his partner's breasts and shafting himself slowly with his hand, clearly aroused at seeing her being taken by another man.

I felt her plump but strong thighs lock around my hips. I clasped them with my hands, standing upright and bracing myself to thrust harder. Each stroke made her breasts surge freely, and the sight egged me on, as did the low, guttural grunts she gave and the rude, rhythmic squeaking of the bed springs.

Her fingers glided down her body and rested on her hood. As I thrust she stroked and rubbed herself. It looked very lewd and reminded me of some porn scenes I had watched.

I knew that I could not last long, but paced myself as best I could. My thrusts were accompanied by the soft slapping of my body against hers, by the rude but quiet squishing sound of her inner moistness, and by the sympathetic creaks of the bed. Another sound was then added to the mix.

I was embarrassed by the sight of Jack as he shafted himself, but it was impossible not to look as he held his hardness close to his partner's big, soft, bouncing orbs. The faint fap-fapping sound of his masturbation and the sound of his irregular breathing were nasty but erotic additions to the sound of my body against and inside his partner's. His teeth were gritted and he glanced from her swaying breasts to her pussy, filled and pumped by my pulsing, thrusting member.

He held his erection and gently slapped it against her surging orb-flesh, then he began shafting harder, faster, and he was gasping. Then it happened. A thick string of his seed streaked out from his hand-shaken tip and onto her breasts. The vigorous bouncing of her breasts made it dribble into her cleft and hang rudely off the top of her orb. Another smaller bead of cum followed, spurting onto her nipple and the skin surrounding it. A few more drips were squeezed by his hand onto her quivering breasts. She raised her left hand -- her right one was still caressing her hood and her clit -- and rubbed the sticky goo into her skin.

The vulgar sight drove me to the edge. Then I stared back to her pussy, at the lewd, rhythmical disappearance and part re-appearance of my thrusting length, and at the self-pleasuring of her fingers. I clasped her thighs with my hands and drove deep, holding still as, gasping, I emptied myself inside her.

I felt a quickening of her body and, although my orgasm was over I continued to thrust as best I could, and stared entranced at her sweetly-contorted face and at her jerking body as she reached her second climax. Her expression was serene as she lay still afterwards for a few moments. I felt gratified to have made her come not once but twice.

Caroline half-sat up and beamed at Jack, then at me. I stared at the rudely glistening skin of her breasts. She gave a chuckle of delight and satisfaction, and Jack and I joined in. Then she sat up and gazed down at her breasts, streaked with beads of her partner's seed and with a long string of it hanging down off her right breast.

"Look at the state of me! I'd better get cleaned up before we rejoin the others!" she exclaimed.

Jack grabbed a box of wipes from the bedside cabinet and passed them round. Each of the three of us avoided eye contact as we cleaned ourselves off, as if not knowing how to react to each other now that we were still naked yet done.

"I presume you're staying the night like us, mate," James said, as if to break the tension. "I mean, your aunt usually does. There are three bedrooms -- oh, and a bed-settee downstairs as well -- for you or your aunt, I mean. So that you don't have to... well, so you have a room each... sort of thing..."

I knew his fumbling words were unintentional but they seemed to highlight again the anomaly of my aunt and I being there -- the only pair there that weren't a true couple. But -- and again I knew that it wasn't intended to, but his faltering words seemed to imply a tension that really ought to be resolved...

"I... er... I don't know," I replied, trying to get a grip. "This whole evening was a complete surprise... but a nice one. I really deliciously nice one," I replied foolishly.

"I'd be surprised if she doesn't want to stay the night -- assuming you do, of course," he added. "Bill and Lucy usually take one double room and Caroline and I the other, but any door that's left open is an invitation for others to sneak in or out at any time. It makes for some nice surprises!"

My stomach gave a churn as I thought of the various possibilities, and of one particularly shocking one. It was all so outrageous it was hard to believe it was happening.

We all got dressed shyly and when we were fully clothed, I glanced at Caroline. I thought of her in her smart business clothes in meetings at the bank. I looked at Jack and imagined him in his director's office of the local but successful road haulage company that he owned. I thought of Bill and his senior partnership at the law firm. I thought of Lucy, the stay-at-home housewife, chatting to neighbours as she pegged out the washing or came back from the supermarket.

I thought of my Aunt Anne, sitting at her desk at work and processing the insurance claims. Each one of them seemed so respectable and ordinary, and yet their lifestyles were a secret yet blatant contradiction of that respectability.

I thought of myself, too, a college student (I was twenty two years old at the time but had worked for a couple of years before commencing my course). I imagined my friends asking when the new academic year began how my summer had been and whether I had done anything exciting. I pictured myself shrugging and trying to sound non-committal as I simply said I had spent some time at my aunt's to help her get her house straight after a move...

But most of all I wondered about my Aunt Anne, who had sprung this whole thing upon me and who had deliberately exposed her breasts earlier that evening. I longed to know -- yet part of me would rather not -- whether she had designs on me or had simply brought me along to have fun with her friends.

And I wondered whether her friends were trying to engineer the illicit potential outcome that was beginning to fill my thoughts. The possibility was dreadful and too distasteful to contemplate. But a part of me warmed to the idea, and if I am honest I would have to say that its very illicitness was a large part of its appeal.