Visit From Aunt Gets Kinky : Taboo Erotica - Astra Kilgore - ebook
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Visit From Aunt Gets Kinky

Astra Kilgore

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ONE

On a Saturday morning, Linda Greer lay listening to the steady, rhythmic slapping of balls against ass, the slurping sound of cock against cunt, and the creaking of bedsprings protesting the shifting of bodies. The orchestration of sounds was rapidly turning her on, producing a quiver in her pussy and a tingle in her nipples.

As soon as I have enough money, I'm getting out of here, she thought. She'd get her own apartment, preferably a place with soundproof walls.

Hearing another moan from the bedroom next door where her brother and sister-in-law were fucking, Linda sighed with resignation. She slipped a hand down to her crotch, probed her middle finger into her pussy, and wondered when she'd have any peace.

Having recently arrived in town, Linda was temporarily living with her brother and his family. She was still single at twenty-seven, and Ron and Betsy Greer's active sex life sometimes made her terribly upset with a combination of jealousy and frustration.

Removing her finger from her pussy-hole, she opened her hand and slowly massaged her crotch.

My life certainly isn't a bowl of cherries, she thought. She'd been jilted by her long-term boyfriend, left hurt and humiliated when he eloped with another girl. She needed a new direction in life, a way to forget the past. What she needed, above all, was an active sex life. She'd been much too tame about sex, and now she was determined to change. From now on there would be no more denial, no more hypocrisy, no more sweaty nights rolling around in bed alone with nothing to keep her company except a sticky finger.

At the moment, she had more than a sticky finger. She had a sticky hand. Ron and Betsy were still going at it, and Linda's pussy was as unslaked as ever.

Damn them! she thought. Maybe the hotel would change things. She'd started a new job as a desk clerk at a hotel two days before. It was certainly an ideal place to meet men. What I need is a man's cock, she thought. Damn that Betsy! Doesn't she ever get enough?

Moaning softly, Linda settled down for some serious masturbation. She could feel her nipples standing out stiff and hard. A quiver of pleasure passed through her moist pussy. Her swollen cuntlips pressed against the confining nylon of her shortie pajama panties. Slipping off the panties, one hand mashing her cunt, she lay back and began rocking her ass with a fucking motion. A warm, sticky coating of her thick cunt juice covered the insides of her thighs. She glanced down at the dark, tangled bush of hair between her legs. Raising her juice-drenched hand up to her face, she sniffed her fingers and shivered with excitement at the smell of her cunt.

Maybe I'm sex-crazy, she thought. She'd been sexually active since the age of eighteen, but she knew there was a great deal she hadn't done. Most of her experience had involved straight, man-on-top fucking without much of anything else. The men she'd known were either too dumb or too inhibited to do any more, and she'd always been too shy to initiate anything. Well, she thought, that was my old life. Shy little Linda is a creature of the past!

Spreading her thighs wide, she placed one finger along the groove of her slit and moved it up and down, sliding it around, shifting her hips sideways on the cushion of her plump ass. Teasing the soft folds of her cunt, she smeared her juice over the outer lips. The first touch of a fingertip on her engorged clit caused her to gasp. Using her other hand, she shoved two fingers into her pulsing cunt-mouth, pistoned them in and out, stretched the hole, and then eased in a third finger with a sigh. Keeping her thumb on her clit, she pushed her little finger into the warm pucker of her tight little asshole.

Oh, Jesus, I love it! she thought.

Her thighs quaked. She suddenly started coming, her body doubling up in a spasm, cunt juice gushing out of her pussy to run down the crack of her ass.

But it wasn't enough. Exhausted and frustrated, she left the bed and walked into the adjoining bathroom which she shared with Ron and Betsy. She was about to climb into the shower, when her attention was drawn to the heaving and moaning on the other side of the connecting door to their bedroom. A shudder of excitement rippled through Linda's body when she realized the door was slightly ajar. Ron and Betsy were still at it, still fucking away like two minks.

With a soft moan, Linda sat down on the toilet and once more began caressing her luxuriant, dark-brown bush. She watched herself in the mirror, her eyes roving over her body. Her long, chestnut-brown hair cascaded down past her breasts, tickling her nipples with each movement of her shoulders.

Stiffening her middle finger, she began flipping it gently back and forth over her clit. The swollen red bean soon stood out stiff and trembling at the top of her slit. Cunt juice oozed out of her cunt-hole in thick gobs.

Rubbing a fingertip up the side of one cuntlip and down the other, she pushed two fingers into her hairy cunt-hole and began pistoning them in and out of the slippery channel. Her eyes tightly shut, her body heaving and thrusting convulsively, her cunt contracting on her fingers, she soon gasped through the spasms of an intense orgasm.

After resting a few moments, her shoulder against the sink, she sat up with a groan. Ron and Betsy were evidently still fucking. She could hear the mewling wail of Betsy's voice. The impulse to peek into the bedroom was irresistible. Positioning herself at the crack in the door, she peered into the room.

They were on the bed. Betsy was straddling Ron and leaning forward with her tits hanging over his face.

"Lick them," Betsy said.

Opening his mouth, Ron greedily sucked in a long nipple. After a while, Betsy giggled, pulled the tit out of his mouth, and offered him the other one.

"Do it right," she said. "I said lick, not suck."

Linda was amused. She always leads him around, she thought, even in bed. Ron was eight years older than Linda, and since he'd left home at eighteen to join the Navy, they'd never been close. He was a quiet, serious guy, the sort of man easily dominated by Betsy's strong personality.

Now Linda watched as Betsy moved back over Ron's body to position her blonde pussy on his long, thin cock. When she had his fuckmeat properly centered, she plunged down to impale herself.

"Oh, yes!" Betsy hissed. "That's nice!"

Rolling her ass, squirming her cunt on the long pole of his cock, the blonde looked down at her husband's face and chuckled.

"How's that, honey? Make you feel good?"

"Fuck me!" he groaned. "Move your ass!"

Cupping and squeezing her breasts with both hands, she began rocking on his cock, grinding down on his fleshy rod, mashing her crotch against his pubic bone. Her pussy milked him as she moved up and down, her cunt muscles grabbing and squeezing his shaft with each stroke. At times she teased him, pulling up almost all the way, and then plunging down again. When she reached back a hand to fondle his balls, he moaned and squirmed under her body.

Her eyes wide, her mouth hanging open, Linda watched her sister-in-law fucking her brother. Now straining his hips up under Betsy, Ron tried to get more of his cock into her body. The blonde's legs gripped him as she began riding toward her climax.

"Now!" she hissed. She pumped her cunt in a frenzy up and down on his cock. "Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me hard!" She began grunting, frantically bucking her ass up and down, ramming his cock into her steaming cunt-hole, her wet cuntlips slapping down on his crotch.

Her heart beating wildly, Linda watched the blonde's cunt stroking up and down on her brother's cock. Her pussy quivered in sympathy with her sister-in-law. She could almost feel Ron's fuck-meat reaming out her own hole!

A sudden groan and stiffening of his body announced that Ron was coming. Linda imagined the cum pouring out of his cock like a fountain splattering into Betsy's gyrating cunt. A moment later, Betsy cried out and collapsed on Ron's chest with his deflated cock still clutched by her sopping wet cunt-hole.

Shivering, her cunt palpitating with frustration, Linda finally moved away from the door and crept off in a daze to her own bed.

In the afternoon, Linda reported for work at the Carousel Hotel. Leonard Holt, the owner, looked more like an overage wrestler than a businessman. There was nothing much happening at the front desk, and Linda kept her eyes on Holt as he sat talking into a telephone across the lobby.

She wondered about him. He was a barrel-chested man. He had dark, curly hair springing up out of the top of his shirt and at his wrists. His arms looked powerful. His thick fingers were short and stubby. Linda squirmed on her stool when she found herself wondering about his cock. He might not be her type, but he certainly looked like a man with a strong cock. She decided his tough-looking body was appealing. She imagined his ass pumping back and forth in the act of fucking and squeezed her thighs together with a sudden shudder of lust.

I'm like a mare in heat, she thought, a randy mare waiting to be mounted!

Holt somehow seemed capable of reading her mind. After finishing his telephone conversation, he came around the desk to stand beside her.

"Come on, take a break," he said.

Linda smiled. "I'd love it," she said, "but I can't leave the desk alone."

A short, deep grunt came out of Holt's chest. He snapped his fingers and ordered another clerk to take over the desk.

"Let's go," he said. "The desk is covered."

Holding out his hand, he guided Linda to his office. Once inside, he busied himself at the private bar set up against one wall.

"Daiquiri okay?"

"Fine," Linda said.

The office was plush. A large bed covered with pillows occupied one wall. The expensive leather furniture looked about as comfortable as furniture could get. Happy now that she'd accepted the invitation to his office, Linda sat down on one of the soft easy chairs.

After handing over her drink, Holt looked down at her with slitted eyes.

"Call me Leonard," he said. "You afraid of me?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Should I be?"

His eyes raked over her breasts. She was suddenly aware of her tits, of the protrusion of her nipples under her jersey top.

Holt chuckled. "Are those things saluting me, or do they always stand at attention?"

Linda blushed, but only for a moment, and then she laughed. She decided she liked him. She liked his directness. She also liked the bulge developing at the front of his pants. There was nothing like the bulge of a hard-on to help a woman's ego.

Without any warning, Holt leaned forward, took her wrist, and helped her rise up. His beefy hand firmly gripping her arm, he led her directly to the bed. She was caught off guard, but she decided not to be silly about it. Whatever was happening was exactly what she wanted, and there was no way to deny it.

He gently forced her to stretch out on the bed.

"I like your looks," he said. "I liked your looks the first minute I saw you.

A moment later he had his hand on her thigh. A tremor went through her pussy as the hand moved over her body. Then she looked down and saw his fingers unbuttoning her top. She remained immobile, powerless to stop him, her heart racing.

When he had her tits exposed, he bent forward to run his wet tongue across her nipples. She closed her eyes and shuddered.

"I think you're going to be a hot little number," he said. "You've got a nice pair of jugs. Very nice. I like it when a woman has nice tits."

Lowering his head, he closed his lips over one tit, sucked it slowly in and out of his mouth, flicking the nipple with his tongue.

Her eyes closed, she moaned softly. Tiny beads of perspiration coated her upper lip. She could feel the wetness between her thighs. She moaned again when she felt him slipping her skirt down over her legs.

He gasped. She wore only a garter belt and nylons, without panties. His eyes feasted on the mound of her cunt, on the full-lipped hairy slit now slightly parted and oozing cunt juice.

"Jesus Christ!" he said. "You always go around like this?"

She opened her eyes and laughed. "It makes me feel sexy," she said. She glanced at the outline of his hard cock pressing against his fly. Extending her hand, she unzipped him, scooped out his cock and held it in her palm. His fuck- meat resembled his fingers, short and stubby. His thick cock was purplish in color, with heavy veins running down the shaft. It was a tough-looking cock, a cock designed for heavy work.

Holt finally climbed off the bed and removed the rest of his clothes. He was hairy all over. Like an ape, she thought, like a hairy ape ready for fucking. A shiver of excitement passed through her body. She suddenly felt an intense desire to take his fat cock in her mouth and suck him off. She wanted his thick meat between her lips. When he stretched out beside her, she rolled her tongue over her lips to let him know what she wanted.

"Oh, yeah!" he said. "Suck it, baby!"

He lay back against the pillows, his eyes glittering. She smiled at the drop of juice brimming at the slit of his cockhead. On her hands and knees, poised over his cock, she took the very tip of it between her lips. She rolled her tongue over the knob; Opening her mouth wide, she moved it over his cocktip, her tongue twirling around the bulbous head. His thickness filled her. She'd never had such a thick cock before, and it fascinated her.

Pulling her mouth away, saliva drooling from her lips, she licked and nibbled at the shaft. She gently bit the loose fold of skin near the rim of his cockhead, suctioning it into her mouth to nip it with her teeth.

He moaned. He grabbed her head with his strong hands and pulled her mouth all the way down over his cock, jamming it in until she could feel his swollen cockhead at the back of her throat.

"Hold my balls," he groaned.

His cock stuffing her mouth, she curled her hand under his hairy sac to probe his swollen, heavy balls. Sliding his cock out of her mouth, she began licking and kissing the hairy sac, drawing first one ball and then the other between her dripping lips, bathing them in a pool of warm saliva.

His cock throbbed against her face as she continued sucking and tonguing his ball-bag. Releasing the sac, she resumed licking his balls, until finally she let them fall out of her mouth and drop into place at his crotch.

Her eyes wild with excitement, her red lips as wet and juicy as her cunt, she closed her mouth over his cockhead again and began sucking hard, going all the way down, taking the shaft in her throat, her head bobbing up and down like a well-oiled machine. Holt's fat fuck-meat slid in and out of her suctioning mouth, the veins and skin and muscle glistening with her saliva.

Her hair flying wildly, she was oblivious to everything but the cock reaming out her mouth and throat.

Holt's body suddenly tensed. With a series of loud grunts, he began exploding hot jets of thick, creamy jism into her mouth. Gulping down his load, her lips clamped hard over his cock, milking it. Greedily swallowing his cum, she abruptly convulsed in her own orgasm.

Later, after they recuperated from the cocksucking, she took him in her mouth again until his cock was once more hard and throbbing. She stretched out on her back and he climbed over her. With an animal-like grunt, he draped her legs over his shoulders and drilled his cock into the boiling wet hole of her yawning cunt.

CHAPTER TWO