Tea Time for Binny By: Wicked Dr. X
I think I had always in love with Aunt Trina, she with the hair so black and eyes so piercing. She had always been beautiful. Only two years older than I, we got to be close as kids even though I was the bratty nephew. Sometimes people thought we were brother and sister, we were that close. She was fun to be with, and we never, ever fought. We chased each other around the block on our bikes for fun. I could never beat her, not with those long legs of hers, but man how I tried! Sometimes I could almost catch her, get within a couple of yards of those pumping legs and that beautiful long, flowing, hair, and then she would turn and look at me, a huge smile on her mischievous face and those legs would peddle harder leaving me far behind to wonder where she got all that energy. We attended the same high school, my mom’s sister and I. Sometimes Aunt Trina would see me in the hallways between classes, grab me from the flow of traffic and give me a big hug, planting a quick kiss on my lips and then taking me by the hand, we went to class together. Her forth-period classroom was right next to mine. She would hug me again before ducking into her assigned room leaving me to go on the extra twenty feet to mine. I loved it when she hugged me, she felt so good in my arms, her long hair smelled sweet, and her well-developed body firm in the right places, which was every place! Every now and again I noticed one or two of the senior boys looking like they wanted to rip me apart for being with her. That’s when I made it a point to sing out, “Bye Aunt Trina!” That seemed to satisfy them. Kept me from getting my sophomore ass kicked for dating a hot senior girl. That sort of thing wasn’t supposed to happen back then. Sophomore boys could date freshmen girls, or maybe the occasional junior, but that’s about it. Never a senior, those were for seniors only, or for the college guys. That’s the way it was. Of course that rule has changed now, even the teachers date the students these days, but that’s another story for another time. Anyway, Aunt Trina graduated high school, I got my drivers license, and we got together every once in a while for a movie or a concert somewhere. We talked about everything, including girlfriends and boyfriends and how far we went with them. She gave me advice on what to do to get a girl to like me, how to treat her once I had her, everything a horney high school kid needs to win over that hot, sexy cheerleader. I had the inside track from Aunt Trina. Yah, we talked about sex, at least a little anyway. Nothing too detailed, mind you, but we both got the idea, and there was always just the hint of sexual tension there between us. Not something you could put a finger on, so to speak, but you know, a little heat where there wasn’t any just minutes before. The most disturbing thing she told me was that she wasn’t really my aunt, not a blood aunt anyway. It seems my granddad married a woman several years younger than him after grandma died, and she had a daughter from her earlier marriage, Trina. It was something I never knew about, but Trina did, and she had no problem telling me about it. Somehow that made it easier for me to be in love with her. Still, I didn’t dare tell Aunt Trina. It just didn’t seem right that I should be in love with her, even knowing the truth like I did. That following year, Aunt Trina went to college. Not the local state college, one on the other side of the damn country. I lost my best buddy. It’s not like I was lost without her, but I did feel like I was more alone when I wanted to confide in someone about, well, personal stuff. With no brothers or sisters to talk to, I felt more alone than ever before. I dated, even managed to date the hot cheerleader from the sophomore class as a junior. She was hot too, long, thick blond hair, big beautiful blue eyes, fantastic legs, and the most perfect round breasts I had ever had the pleasure to fondle through a sweater. That was as far as she would ever let me go with her. She planned to stay a virgin until her wedding night. I agreed to that, because I wanted to keep seeing her, but I gotta tell you, I had the worst case of “blue balls” in the history of that school. I also had the hottest girl in school too, so that sort of made up for it. The long and short of it was that I was still a virgin too. All the way through high school. Surprised? Yah, me too. It seemed that all my friends were getting laid, and to hear them talk, with every girl in the school. Including my All American Cheerleader Girl, which I knew was crap since we were still dating and I knew she wasn’t “putting out” for anybody. Still, there was a bit of truth in all that bragging, I knew that for a fact since my buddy Jerry and his girlfriend got caught doing the horizontal hula under the bleachers after one memorable football game. She got pregnant from that little bit of fun and they got married to make an “honest woman” out of her. The baby died a few days after birth and they ended up hating each other. Their marriage wound up in the crapper after a year and a half. That was kind of sad because they really were meant for each other, and made a great couple. None of that seemed to matter to me though. Since I’d never had it, I didn’t know for sure what I was missing. And did I tell you I was still talking with Aunt Trina? Not like every day, but still pretty regularly, on the phone, until we discovered the computer. Then it was more. The e-mails fairly flew back and forth, especially after I took up with the smokin’ hot cheerleader. I had a job after school and on weekends that was pretty flexible so I could still date some, and go out for sports. It paid well, for the time, so I was doing okay. Despite the All American Cheerleader Girl, I still missed Aunt Trina. Graduation came, and Cheerleader Girl went off to some exclusive girl’s college in the east. Two weeks later I got the inevitable “We can always be friends…” letter. I decided to go into the military, spent three years in the Army learning how to find the best whores, how to drink like a fish, and raise general hell. Did two years of college, between whores, as well. Oh, and some military stuff that nobody paid much attention to. Yup, you caught that, didn’t you? I finally got laid by an almost cute girl from Mexico working some of the better hotels in San Antonio, Texas. My buddies even paid for it once they found out I was a virgin. They laughed for a week when they found out, and then took me to town and “rented” the most decent looking clean prostitute they could find for me. It was like an instantly addictive drug. My reason for being suddenly changed. Finding that sweet pussy became my goal. It was what I thought of on a pretty consistent basis from morning to night. Not that it did me much good, usually. The really decent looking W.A.C.s on post typically dated officers, even though they weren’t supposed to, so that left the talent from town for the most part. We went through quite a few while I was there, but it was usually only on weekends so we were limited that way. My tour in the military ended without me getting killed or otherwise being physically or mentally fucked up in any major way. With nothing better to do, and an Army taught skill that seemed marketable, I went back home. After dropping my bags in my old room, hugging Mom and Dad, and ceremonially burning one of my leftover uniforms, I went to find Aunt Trina. It was a nice, warm, summer day and so I decided to just walk there. Kind of a holdover from Army training , I guess, but at least I didn’t have a forty pound pack on my back. Since we still kept in touch, I knew she had a boyfriend she was kind of serious about and I knew she didn’t live with him. She lived in a nice condominium on the other side of town, and without even calling to tell her I was home yet, I rang her doorbell. It was just past noon when I got there, and I don’t know if she was waiting for her boyfriend or what , but when she opened the door she was wearing the sheerest, pale blue, baby-doll nighty I have ever had the extreme pleasure of seeing on a woman before or since. Trina stepped back just a half of a step, realized it was me, half shouted “Davie, you’re home!”, grabbed my arm and all but dragged me inside, and kicked the door shut. She threw her arms around me and kissed me like she never had before, driving her tongue deep into my mouth. There was no way I was going to let this opportunity go to waste, so I wrapped my arms around her low, easing my arms up her back as we kissed, pulling that nighty almost to her chest. It wasn’t much below her hips when it was where it was supposed to be. I knew she didn’t care about that since her hips ground into mine as we kissed, and those magnificent breasts pressed into my chest like two bullets. My cock was a hard pole by this time and I could feel her moan as it ground into her stomach. It seemed she liked what she felt. Actually, that’s what she told me when she was done sucking the tonsils out of my throat. “Nice, Davie,” she said, moving her hand to my crotch, stroking that beast in my pants. “I think we need to put that tool you got there to work.” Then she began to unbutton my shirt, running her soft hands over my chest. My hands weren’t just sitting at my sides like a proper nephew either, they were up and under that pretty nighty, happily feeling those firm, beautiful breasts, rolling her hard nipples and feeling her chest thrust out to my touch. Just about the time I was really getting into the feel of those beautiful breasts, Trina started yanking that shirt down my arms. Once she got that off of me, she went for the pants, and her mouth went back to cover mine. How she managed to grind those firm hips into mine and still unfasten my jeans, I don’t know. But she did, and had her tongue down my throat again too. Trina was the sexiest woman I had ever been with, outside of the All American Cheerleader Girl, but like I said before, Cheerleader Girl didn’t ever, and wasn’t now, getting naked with me, so that made Trina number one on the very short list of sexiest women. Just as she got my jeans unfastened I took the opportunity to slide that filmy nighty off of her. As knockout gorgeous as she was with that sexy nighty on, she was stop your heart, drop you dead beautiful without it. Once I caught my breath, I told her so, and she actually blushed a little. Trina never blushed. “So why didn’t we do this years ago when I first wanted to get my hands on you?” I asked as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my jeans. “Because you never asked, dear nephew, and because at fifteen years old you wouldn’t have been able to keep your big mouth shut about it and my shady, at best, reputation would have been totally shot to hell.” “You’re probably right there,” I replied. “I may not be able to now either.” I said that just as she pulled down the jeans and followed them to her knees in front of me. “Now, I don’t much care, but then it made a difference to me,” she said, and then took my waving cock into her incredibly soft, sucking mouth. I wrapped my hands full of that luxurious hair of hers that she had dyed auburn, and began force-feeding my pole into her throat. Instead of gagging on me, or backing away and punching me in the nuts, Trina took it happily, groaning with pleasure, while her tongue licked at my balls. Now, I have to admit to being fairly well endowed, not hung like the proverbial porn star horse, but not like a six year old either. “Old Bob” is about eight inches, give or take a smidgen, and I’ve never been with a woman who was ever able to take the whole darn thing into her throat. A couple of them tried, but none ever did, until Aunt Trina. I can’t begin to describe how fucking sweet it was watching my cock slide in and out of that mouth, listening to her groan with pleasure as it eased down her throat, slurping like she wanted more. I knew it wasn’t going to take much of that kind of attention to make me explode like Old Faithful, so I tried backing out of her. Besides, I really wanted to bury myself in her oh so sweet vagina, wrap my arms around that tight body, and feel those hard nipples stabbing me in the chest. Trina wasn’t having any of that. She gripped my ass cheeks tight with her fingernails, and very gently bit the bottom of my skewering pole, shaking her head no. What the hell, I just went back to head fucking her. She liked that, it seemed, ‘cause she stopped biting and let me stroke those beautiful lips. Long, deep strokes. Like I said before, I knew it wasn’t going to take long, and it didn’t. I remember grunting out the name of some ancient Roman deity, gripping her hair tighter and pulling that fantastic sucking mouth into my hips while my cock swelled and began pumping her throat full of cum. Some women I’d been with didn’t seem to like swallowing cum, didn’t like the taste, or the feel of it, or whatever, but that wasn’t Trina. Her dark eyes closed in ecstasy, her fingernails raking the back of my legs and she seemed to suck even harder on my rod as it pumped the sticky fluid into her belly. Even after I stopped, she continued to suck me as though to be sure she got it all. “Now that’s what I call a welcome home,” she said, scraping a drop of cum that had trickled down her chin with her finger, licking it off eagerly. “You know, I really did miss having you around, Davie. I’ve been wanting to do this to you since just after I went to college.” “I guess that’s fair,” I said, “I’ve wanted to do this with you since I was twelve and walked around with a perpetual hard-on for you.” “Ohhhh, you’re so sweet!” Yah, sweet,” I said, scooping her off the floor and into my arms. “Which way to the bedroom?” “Not so fast, big boy! I expect you to fuck your way to the bedroom. On every piece of furniture and on every floor until we get there. The hallway is done. The living room is next with a couch, and two chairs, plus the floor. Get the idea? You’re going to be here a while.” I didn’t argue with her. In fact, I found the couch right away, set her down and bent her over it. She spread her legs wide and pulled her ass cheeks apart. “Pick a hole and fill it,” she said. “I’m up for anything you feel like doing, unless it calls for whips or something like that, ‘cause I really don’t like being beat up.” I had my hands on her hips by now, sliding my rapidly inflating cock up and down the smooth valley of her tight ass. She reached back and grabbed it, rubbed the tip up and down just inside her dripping pussy, then pointing the head at the entrance to her puckered anus, urging it in, pulling at the shaft. I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I pride myself on being a quick learner, and being able to figure things out for myself. I leaned forward and gently pushed the tip of my prick into her sweet ass, feeling the exquisite tightness of her bottom hole as it squeezed my aching prick. I could feel her flesh give way to me as I urged my cock deeper and deeper into her well, never stopping, feeling her squirm beneath me. “Oh, Davie,” she moaned, “That hurts so fucking good! Please don’t stop, don’t ever fucking stop!” She began to raise and lower herself on the balls of her feet, trying to drive me deeper into her, but I wouldn’t let her. I matched Trina’s movements, only letting my cock slide into her a little at a time, making her beg for it, making her want it more. I grabbed the shaft of my prick just so she wouldn’t suddenly jerk back at me and ram the whole thing into her. I tried twirling it around a little inside her and decide that wasn’t a good idea. It felt too good, and I wanted this to last a very long time, like maybe ‘till the end of the week! So, with her squirming, groaning, and squealing, I continued to slowly feed my pulsing cock into that oh so sweet ass until after about five or ten minutes I felt my balls touch her dripping cunt lips. She felt it too, I know she did because she ground her ass into my hips, damn near raising me off the floor, trying to get every last bit of cock into her. That’s when I began pulling back out of her, very quickly, and then shoved back into her, hard, ramming her beautiful hips into the back of the couch. Then I did it again, and again, all the while she’s begging me to fuck her harder, deeper, telling me she wants to feel my cock in her throat. Trina clutched at the cushions of the couch and I thought she was going to rip the upholstery, all the while grinding her hairless cunt against the fabric. I gripped a swinging breast with one hand and reached down her hard belly, rubbing her clit with the other. I knew she had climaxed so many times she had lost count. I knew it because she kept telling me she was cuming every time she did, and she said it a lot. Well, not so much telling me as screaming out the fact every few seconds. I didn’t know who her neighbors were, but I was pretty sure they knew she was cuming too. Somehow that didn’t seem to matter very much at the time. Anyway, I prided myself on always trying to be a good nephew, so when Aunt Trina begs me to fuck her harder, I tried to give it my all, but a guy can only take so much of even the finest ass fucking at that pace, and after only a half hour of steady bottom banging I could feel my cock begin to swell for the second time and another load of sperm laden liquid began to spew into her bowels while I gripped her body tightly against mine. We both collapsed onto the floor, panting like marathon runners after a race, my cock still buried in that fantastic ass while her hole clutched, pulsing, at my staff. It’s like she couldn’t get enough of it. “Does this count as the floor fuck?” I asked, still panting. “No. Chair next.” “Rest.” “No. Fuck me or I tell your mother you’re doing her little sister.” “Bitch.” “We’ve got twelve years of fucking to make up for, and you aren’t leaving my pussy to itch for you until we do.” Like I said before, I don’t argue with Trina. I pulled out of that butter soft ass and rolled her over, picked her up again and carried her to the chair. Then out of pure meanness, put her shoulders onto the floor, back to the chair, and her bottom on the cushions, legs spread wide in the air. That’s when I discovered that despite what Auntie wanted, there was no way she was going to get it without a rest of some kind. She saw my limp prick and started to giggle. What the hell, so did I. It really was kind of silly, her in that really nasty position, and me with a limp dick. Trina slid off the chair and lay next to me while I sat on the floor, both of us giggling like kids. “I think we beat the poor thing to death,” she said, grinning. “Maybe we can coax it back to life in a little while,” I said, wrapping my arms around her tightly. She squirmed in my arms, her hips grinding into mine as she lay on top of me stroking my longish hair. Instinctively, I brought her head close to mine and eased my tongue into her fabulous mouth. She moaned quietly as we kissed, sending shivers throughout my body, and it seemed, throughout hers as well. “I can’t believe how much in love with you I am,” said Trina softly. I looked at her as though she had just kicked my nuts out. I never knew she felt that way about me. I had always thought it was pretty one-sided on my part, that she had some guy she was serious about and I was just a diversion for her to play with. This could change everything, and that was a problem. As a play-toy, I figured I could get away with whatever I wanted and there would be no consequences, unless of course I went too far at some point and pissed her off. Then the fun would be over and I would just have to find another warm pussy to play with. While inconvenient, it wouldn’t be the first time that had happened. The problem was, of course, she had said she was in love with me. Maybe it was just the passion of the moment, and maybe not. The trick was to find out without embarrassing her. “You know I have always been in love with you, Trina,” I said. “I know. But what’s worse, I encouraged it. I always thought we were destined to be together, ever since we were kids. Figure it out, Davie, what aunt mouth-kisses her nephew in high school, and then fucks him silly when he gets home from the Army, unless she’s telling him and the world she wants him? Or weren’t you paying attention?” I thought about that for a few seconds, until the light of realization in my head came on. “Maybe I wasn’t paying the right kind of attention. More concerned with just being with you than what your feelings really were for me. It just never crossed my mind that you would feel the same for me as I felt for you.” “Dumbass,” she said, covering my mouth again with hers, shoving that sweet, searching tongue inside to tantalize me. “You seem to be paying the right kind of attention now, lover,” she said, referring to the fact that my prick was that very minute wriggling up between her thighs on its never ending search for some warm , moist cavern in which to hide. Trina spread her legs apart, positioning her dripping cunt over the head of my insistent cock. With a smile on her face, she sat up, jamming herself onto my pole, rocking back and forth on my thighs. It felt like she was going to tear it off of me. Like I said before, Trina always had a lot of energy. She flung her head back, that beautiful long hair brushing my legs, a look of pure lust on her face. I took a perfect round breast in each hand, gently squeezing her hard nipples between my fingers. She gripped my calves for balance and began to raise and lower herself on my cock, her vaginal muscles squeezing my shaft tightly while we both moaned in delight. “Oh shit, this is good!” she groaned, “Fuck me, fuck me hard, Davie! Cum inside me, fill my pussy with your cum!” Her hips became a blur as she slammed her bottom onto my thighs, flesh on flesh, sounding like applause for a beautiful sexual performance. Trina’s grunts and moans coming faster and louder as she reached orgasm after orgasm while I watched, in fascination, her beautiful face contorting with pleasure, the perspiration glistening on her body. Hot, sweaty sex is the best, I always say, the way your bodies slide together on that film of moisture is very sensual. The sweat rolled down her body in a little stream between her breasts, the very essence of her streaming toward her belly. I caught a drop on one finger and tasted it, that essence of Trina’s passion. It was salty, but sweet. Musky. It tasted of her lust and it was quite an aphrodisiac. My cock seemed to get even harder as I tasted drop after drop of the heady water that poured from her body, and in my clouded mind I found myself believing I could live on that water. My hips began jerking upward, pounding into the body above me, my fingers clutching at Trina’s thighs as though I were holding on for dear life, fearful of disappearing completely, forever inside this fabulous woman. Really weird kinds of thoughts seem to race through my mind, the closer I get to climax, as though my cock really is doing the thinking, like women say they do. Who knows, maybe they’re right on some level. I mean, think about it; as sweet as it sounds, a man couldn’t actually survive crawling up and living inside a beautiful woman’s vagina. Where would you hang the plasma TV? What about the refrigerator for the beer, the coffee pot? Besides, no woman is going to allow you to smoke inside her pussy now, is she? It just wouldn’t look right, smoke pouring out between her labia. People would talk. It’s just not practical.
Where was I? Oh yah, I remember. Slamming hips, sweaty bodies, and Trina’s shrieks of pleasure as she climaxes. Anyway, by this time I can’t hold back any longer myself, and I do a quick sit-up, grab Trina’s body and lay back down onto the floor while my cock literally explodes inside her. I can feel the cum gushing into her sucking cunt, can feel her muscles pull on my cock, drinking the fluids squirting into her body while she grinds her pelvis onto mine, taking me as far into her as she can. Again, we both call on those ancient gods of pleasure and passion, thanking them for their gift of raging lust as we climax, our brains full of endorphins, or whatever the hell it is that makes our heads erupt with pleasure. That’s what makes for really good sex, making each other feel that supreme pleasure, knowing you made her climax, and her knowing she made you climax. It’s more than just getting off, much more. A woman can “get off” with a twenty inch dildo, and a guy with a handy vacuum cleaner. It just isn’t the same as really great sex, is it? Again, I digress. Sorry.
Trina collapsed on top of me like a limp rag, her pussy still clutching my cock, squeezing from time to time, actually keeping me semi-hard.
“Why don’t you just move in with me? It would save you from having to walk here every day.”
“I couldn’t handle you every day, Trina.”
“Oh yes you could. I’ll make you want me so bad you’ll be here twice a day.” “I already do want you that bad. I just don’t think I could keep up with your appetite.”
“What? This? This is just a little morning snack. Wait until I really get horney, lover. There’ll be vibrating things sticking out of every orifice, straps, chains, whatever comes to hand.”
Trina scared me with that, to tell you the truth, because frankly it was impossible to tell if she was serious, and I wasn’t too awfully sure she wasn’t serious. Then again, really nasty dirty sex can be fun too, even though I had no actual experience with “tie ‘em up, gag ‘em, and jam things into ‘em,” kind of sex, it did sort of sound interesting. Scary, because of Trina’s energy level for these things, but interesting. I noticed she wasn’t grinning, or otherwise giving away anything concerning whether she was serious.
"What's mom going to say if I were to move in with you?"
"I'll tell her I'm keeping an eye on you, keeping you out of trouble."
"And you think she's going to buy that line of shit for more than ten minutes?"
"She will if she sees you have your own room and a picture of some nice girl on your nightstand."
"Where am I going to get one of those if I'm spending all of my time on top of you?"
"I'll find one for you. Don't worry. She won't be cute enough to make you want to do her, but good enough to fool your mom, and that's all that counts."
My god, she was serious about this. All of it, I could see it in those blazing eyes.
"What about Brendan?" That was her boyfriend, the one she was so serious about.
"That douche bag is history, a month ago. I didn't want to tell you before since I knew you were coming home and didn't want you to be upset for me. You always took shit like that so seriously. Besides, it was mostly my fault anyway that it didn't work out between us."
"Threaten to turn him into Jell-o and he got scared?"
"Something along those lines, but not quite on the mark. Better you don't ask."
"So I guess there's no reason I shouldn't at least give it a try." I couldn't believe the look on her face as I said this. It was as if she had just won a stuffed bear at the county fair. She jumped back on top of me and started kissing me again, wriggling her body all over mine. Oh crap, here we go again! "Old Bob" was waving his approval, struggling once again between those beautifully formed thighs.
"Time to change scenery," said Trina, rolling off of me and struggling to her feet. "Come on! Let's visit the kitchen." She put two of her kitchen chairs close together, hopped up on the dining table and put a dainty foot on the seat of each chair. "All yours, Davie," she said, "Do what you like."
So I did, getting down on my knees before that naked pussy and began licking at her marvelous clit. I knew she hadn't expected that, nor was she going to expect what was coming. For now she was happy enough, grabbing my head, pulling my face tightly into her. I nibbled at her firm labia, raking her clit with my teeth, biting at it ever so gently. Both of her hands were full of my hair, and she was pulling on me so hard I was fairly certain I was going to have a couple of bald spots when we were through. She thrust those strong hips into my face, which sort of hindered my game a little, but it didn't seem to matter to Trina. I just kept sucking at her, swallowing the juices she produced. Yes, I know what you're thinking; juices hell, it's his own stuff! Ever notice that you don't think of shit like that during sex? Or if you do, it doesn't matter? So don't judge.
So anyway, Trina's hot little pussy is singing happy songs of climax, and "Old Bob" is demanding to have his fun again, so I get back to my feet again and lay Trina down on to the table so her head is at the other side, and just barely hanging off the edge. Just what I wanted. I casually walked to the other end of the table, brushed the head of my cock across her lips and said; "Open wide." Trina smiled a little and complied, opening her mouth as wide as she could. I eased my prick between her lips and was rewarded by feeling her suck hard on the skewering shaft as it searched again for her sweet, sucking throat. I decided I could give as good as I got, so I took her head in my hands and began to fuck her mouth hard, and I was surprised when she didn't put up any kind of protest as I pounded her throat. The first time, she had been in control, but now it was me in control, and she had nowhere to escape. In fact, she seemed to like that. She gripped the edge of the table, spreading her legs wide while she moaned on each out stroke. I could see her hips thrust, as though she were being vaginally fucked, and it was quite erotic. I think she sometimes enjoyed being used like a common whore.
I knew if I kept this up it wouldn't be long before I'd climax, and that would be too easy, so I pulled out of that ultra-sweet sucking mouth of hers and went back to the other side of the table. I aimed my now wet cock at her cunt and slid inside. Trina sat back up and wrapped those long legs around my waist, locking me inside her. I could feel her vaginal muscles ripple, pulling at my rod, milking it, fucking me without any hip movement whatsoever.
"You're very talented," I said, sweat dripping on her floor.
"You have no fucking idea," she returned simply.
I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off of the table, holding each other tightly, I stood with my hands under her firm ass raising and lowering her onto my well worked prick, feeling her hard nipples rake my chest.
"I'll give you exactly two hours to stop doing that," she breathed.
"Besides, we still have two rooms to initiate, not counting the bathrooms."
I had a feeling I wasn't going to make it through the day. Trina was going to drain me of all bodily fluids and leave my dried shell on the street for the trash guys to pick up on Tuesday. That was the picture I was getting in my head as I set her down on her feet again and led her to the kitchen sink. I turned her to face the sink and pushed her forward while sinking my cock back into that warm, moist pussy. I kneaded her ass cheeks like bread dough, luxuriating in the feel of that firm bottom, never wanting to leave that incredible body, always wanting to be inside her. That was the last thing I remember thinking before I could feel my cock swell, and the stars began exploding inside my head as I climaxed. I could feel the cum spurting into her, could feel her vagina milking it from my body, could feel her body stiffen and then shudder as she climaxed too.
"I think I'm done, Trina," I said as we sat on the living room chair, holding her in my lap.
"I know. I think I am too," she smiled. "I'm not lubricating anymore. Then it starts to just hurt. I've got some nice oils we can use if you decide you want to play some more. Sometimes they make a bit of a mess, but I don't care if you still want to fuck me. It feels so good when you're inside of me, I just love it."
Another flash of my dried out husk of a body laying at the curb on Tuesday morning went through my brain. Then I heard my mouth say that the oils sounded like fun. Trina went to her bedroom and came back three minutes later, her legs in white nylons, high heels on her feet, with a little bottle of oil in one hand which she opened and dipped a finger into, and then another. Spreading her legs apart as she stood before me, she inserted the fingers into her cunt, spreading the oil around inside her. A third finger dipped into the oil traced the ointment onto her labia. Switching the bottle to the other hand she dipped a finger deep into the oil, and then turned away from me, allowing me to watch as she inserted the finger deep into her anus, pushing it in and pulling it out several times as though to thoroughly lubricate that fantastically tight hole.
"You can't be fucking serious!" I said, looking down at my crotch. But sure enough, "Old Bob" was alive and well. Not quite as stiff as he had been for the past five hours, but enough to use.
"I figured you still had some life in you, Davie."
Trina reached down and pulled a nine-inch dildo out of the band of her stocking. I hadn't noticed it before, being intent on what her fingers were doing. She poured a drop or two of the oil onto the sex toy and spread it over the business half of the smooth object that look surprisingly like "Old Bob", and then handed it to me.
"You pick the hole you want to use, and put this into the other one."
By now, the little fucker was as hard as a rock again as I took her by the waist and spun her around, sitting her onto my lap, easing my cock into her well lubricated anus as I lowered her. She leaned back into my arms and I gently slid the oily toy deep into her pussy. Trina grasped my hand forcing the dildo even deeper into her body until it disappeared inside her.
"Now, don't move," she said with a little groan. "We can talk for a while. It'll take your mind off of your big, beautiful cock being in my happy little ass for a bit."
"I get the distinct feeling that you really like sex, a lot."
"That's not the Aunt Trina I remember."
"Aunt Trina discovered sex in college from a very good lover who taught me what sex could really feel like. So many of the girls I hung around with said sex was overrated and wasn't that much fun, but this guy made me a believer. I've been a fan ever since."
"Do I ask who that guy was?"
"Professor. Married, of course."
"Fuck you over, did he?"
"No. I knew it going in. I just didn't care. I wanted him, and he wanted me. It wasn't love, Davie, it was never about that. It was sex. Down, and very dirty sex. That's all it was."
"Not anymore," she said, giving my cock a healthy squeeze with her rectal muscles.
"I'm glad. I'd hate to think I was screwing you to the floor while you were thinking about some tweed-coated old fart in black socks and boat shoes."
"Now there's a mental picture that may not go away for a while! He was nothing like that. Don't worry. You are the one in my life now, and it's you I'll be thinking of when you're gone to work and I need to stuff something into myself."
Trina began to rub her nylon-covered legs up and down my legs. I loved that feeling. I also liked the feeling of her ass bouncing up and down in my lap, that oil lubricating her anus making my cock slide so easily in and out of her willing body.
"Don't cum yet, Davie. I want us to be this way for a long time. Just hold me tight. It feels so fucking good."
"Yes it does, it surely does," I replied.
Trina reached over and picked up the telephone that sat on the table next to the chair, dialed a number and waited a bit for an answer.
"Hi Binny," she said, in a perfectly normal phone voice.
You're talking to my mother on the phone? Now? With my cock up your ass, you're talking to my mother?
"Yes, he's here. Yes, he has grown up, hasn't he? He's been such a help around here in the short time he's been here, going from room to room doing things I just can't do. Binny, the reason I called was to invite you over for tea, yes, some of that really nice tea I got from England. I wanted to discuss having David move into that spare room with me. You know how I've been lately with Brendan stalking me like he was and all of that. Yes, that's just what I was thinking too." She put her hand over the mouthpiece so mom wouldn't hear and said, "Binny says you've become such a rock."
"You'll come over then? Great. Tomorrow at teatime? See you then."
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