Trimming Susan's Bush - Pt 2; Lawn Maintenance

The following contains extremely explicit sex scenes. 18+

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So far in Trimming Susan's Bush: In part 1 Don Huriole attended a wedding where his mother married the (much) older brother of a girl he had been interested in - Susan Rangliotti. After the ceremony he had a highly charged sexual encounter with his current girlfriend, Amanda. After their tryst, Amanda informed Don that her family was moving away and advised him to pursue his past interest in Susan as the two are obviously mutually attracted and do not actually share any blood relation.

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Regardless, with the increase in exposure time to the well built young blonde that being related to her brother now entailed, Don constantly found himself thinking of Susan as he beat off. Stroking his dick in bed at night he would often find himself picturing the green-eyed, blonde figure of Susan Ranglotti rather than the brunette cuteness of his ex girlfriend. From the thought of a voluptuously naked hot to trot Amanda straddling his large dick, riding him to a mind blowing orgasm as he suckled those large gorgeous breasts, his thoughts would fracture and the picture fluctuate. Midnight dark hair would lighten until it was a long flowing blonde and the dark brown eyes with come-hither lashes would close and on reopening show light green eyes. Amanda’s large breasts with the huge aureoles and nipples would shrink and grow firmer until they were the pert pear shaped breasts that fit Susan so wonderfully. Tits don’t have to be huge to be nice, he thought. Actually, midsize is prettier - they don’t sag so much. Chuckling, Don recalled his uncle Pete telling him once that “More than a mouthful is excess.”

Despite their new familial relationship, Don had many times stroked his dick until his tense sperm laden balls had erupted as he pictured himself bending Susan Ranglotti over the edge of the bed and fucking her until she screamed for mercy. He could only wish the spurting loads of hot cum shooting from his palpitating dick to cover his chest with sticky whiteness were instead being shot deep into the wet, silken softness of Susan’s steaming hot pussy.

Stopping the mower for a second to stretch out a kink in his lower back, Don snuck another peek at his hot young step-aunt. His dick stirred again, pressing insistently against the zipper of his jeans, separated from the metal only by the thin cotton of his boxer briefs. I know you haven’t had any pussy since Amanda moved but… Down boy! Down, he thought with a regretful chuckle. Oh well, back to work. Wiping the cotton across his sweat dampened well muscled chest, the nineteen year old boy tucked the shirt back into his belt and bent to pull the starter cord.

Damn, what a nice ass, thought Susan as she peripherally eyed the athletically trim young man bent over the mower he was pushing across her back yard. Muscular buttocks without any excess fat. Don’s chest was nicely muscled with well defined pectorals over a tight six pack abdomen that had always had the girls in high school creaming their panties. Running her gaze over the length of his masculine figure, Susan thought that he was built just right. Don was in great shape without having the overly developed type of musculature that came from living in the gym like most body builders. Susan definitely preferred trim healthy musculature to overinflated testosterone laden muscle freaks. Eying the seat of his tight jeans she could see the trickle of sweat running down his back to gather right above the slight rise of his ass. I’m glad my computer desk is here by the back slider, she thought as she watched the sexy young man from the corner of her eye.

Feeling the heat building in her core, Susan could tell her panties were getting damp with desire. I bet he’s got a really nice dick - Amanda certainly thought so. Bet it’d taste real good too. A rush of heated liquid desire shot through her stomach causing her thighs and abdomen to tense as she recalled Amanda telling her about how good Don was in bed. Amanda Shorette and Susan, while not really best friends, had been at least close and had hung with the same circle in high school. Certainly not shy, Amanda had loved telling her girlfriends all about her sexual exploits. According to Amanda, Don had a huge dick that was nicely rounded and he really knew how to fuck a girl into a pure pulse pounding orgasm. Also, he absolutely loved to eat pussy… I wonder if he’s had any pussy to eat since Amanda moved? Why the hell did Tom have to marry Elayne Huriole anyway? Shit!

I miss Amanda, Susan thought as she pictured her friend. The cute brunette cheerleader with the dark eyes, bouncy tits, dimpled chin, and fuck-me eyelashes had dated Donald for over two years before her family had moved away shortly after Tom had married Don’s mother. With the economy being so bad, Amanda’s dad had been laid off six months back. Four months ago the Shorette’s had moved to Charlottesville, Virginia where Amanda’s dad had got a new job with a security company. Amanda had made a point to tell Susan that Don would be available once she left because she fully intended to get herself a new boyfriend in her new town. No broken heart there, Susan thought, chuckling. She had no doubt that the flighty little nymphette had been screwing the hottest boy in town within a few weeks of hitting her new home.

As for Don - picturing Donald Huriole naked had been a favorite past time of most of the girls at McKinley High when he had been the star pitcher of the school baseball team. Three state championships in a row had probably netted the dark haired hunk all the pussy he could handle – if not before Amanda, then certainly during the time they had dated. I don’t know if he’s gotten laid since Amanda left but I’d love to fuck the hell out of that, she thought as Donald stopped the mower for a minute to stretch. Just because my older brother happened to marry Don’s mother doesn’t really make us related…, does it? He’s only a year younger than me and we don’t share any blood...

Susan swallowed the sudden excess saliva excreted from her excited glands as the lithe, sexy, dark-haired young man rolled shoulders toned and shaped from years of athletic endeavor. As he rolled his neck, their eyes met for a second and she felt a spark of electricity practically jump across the intervening space. Caught like an embarrassed, thirteen year old girl salivating over a Playgirl magazine, Susan jerked her gaze back to the computer monitor in front of her.

As her step-nephew bent back over the mower to pull the starter cord, Susan Ranglotti angled her head just enough to gaze again at the muscular glutes on prominent display. Picturing that ass pounding up and down as his huge dick slammed in and out of her hot pussy, the horny young woman slipped a hand between her thighs. As a pointer finger twiddled with the thin material at the bottom of her gym shorts, Susan reached over with her left hand to pull the curtain closed, blocking her view of the sexy young man outside.

Susan’s thigh tingled as a surge of electrical desire shot through her sensitive nerve endings, straight to her pussy. Damn it sucks to be between boyfriends. I could sure use a good fuck right now to relieve some of the stress of trying to learn this biology crap. Being a college freshman sucks… Moving her right hand from where it trailed on her thigh, Susan shifted to rub her gym shorts where the thin material covered her aching mound. Mmmmm, she moaned as her index finger managed to gently stroke her clit through her shorts. At the contact, her clitoris, that most explosively sensitive part of her anatomy, blasted out a surge of pure want causing her nipples to harden with desire. As the sensitive skin of her nipples pushed against the coolness of her bikini top, Susan wriggled her torso. The cool leather of the computer chair felt good against the flushed skin of her bare back.

Gliding her left palm over the smooth flat skin of her stomach, Susan enjoyed the feel of her hand stroking the warm flushed skin of her belly. Pausing her hand momentarily, she traced the indentation of her belly button with a fingernail. The horny young woman let out a hiss of frustrated desire as a trail of fire followed the track of her fingernail. Pulling her palm back slightly, Susan ran just the tips of her fingernails up her side, imagining the nails were attached to Don Huriole’s callused fingers. Tingling electrical nerve pulses radiated a ticklish wave of pleasure that washed over her as she stroked the taut skin. Reaching the string of her bikini top, Susan shifted her hand over to cup her left breast in a clammy palm. Gripping the taut hardness of her distended nipple through the material, she rolled it between the pads of her thumb and pointer finger. As the sensitive skin of her nipple tightened, a fresh surge of liquid heat gushed from the depths of her frustrated vagina.

Continuing to stroke her breast with her left hand, Susan rubbed the mound of her womanhood harder with the other. Spreading her legs slightly, Susan leaned back and shifted her ass cheeks forward a tad to allow better access. Sliding her right hand slowly up the length of her crotch to the top of her shorts, Susan slid her hand under the elastic waistband. Her middle finger followed the thin line of hair which was all she left running up the center of her well trimmed pussy. Reaching the steaming wetness of her soaking center, she allowed her middle finger to slide between the labium as she cupped the rounded mound at her center.

Slipping between her labia, her middle finger glided lightly over the nub of her clitoris, its passage causing her to gasp at the sudden jolt of sexual pleasure. For a moment, Susan just kneaded her pussy with all five fingers, her middle finger slipping in and out of the hot wet folds of her pussy lips to teasingly explore the outer limits of her pubis. As her other fingers massaged the raised mound of her vagina, Susan let out a moan of pleasure.

Leaning back farther in the chair, Susan scotched her ass a little farther forward on the seat cushion to allow more access for her eagerly exploring right hand. Slipping a finger into the depths of her mineshaft she stroked the soft inner folds of her molten hot pussy while her other hand stroked a nipple so sensitive that it almost hurt. Slipping her finger out from between the wet lips, she slid it up to rub in a circular motion at the little nub at the top. As the sensation of sexual tension built towards a crescendo, she pictured Donald’s tongue where her finger was currently at.

The thought of looking down at the top of the boys head as his tongue licked eagerly at her clit, lapping at her juices like her pussy was a popsicle on a hot day, brought her to a new height of ecstasy. Slipping her finger back down she sank it to the hilt in the sopping center of herself as she pictured Don, naked and glorious, his huge penis ramming into her vagina as she wrapped her legs around him, his dangling balls bouncing against her ass cheeks.

As the curtain twitched closed, Don sighed. Guess she wasn’t as interested in me as I thought. What can I expect? She is my step-aunt. Still, I sure as hell remember what Amanda said… Leaning into the work, the teenager pushed the mower across the lush green lawn in the sweltering ninety-five degrees, trying to lose himself in the tension releasing exercise. I know, I know…, it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity, he thought with a chuckle. Whatever, it sure as hell takes it out of you. After about another five minutes of pushing the lawnmower in the heat, which made about thirty minutes so far, Don decided he needed a cool drink of water.

Again allowing the mower to whir itself to inactivity, Don swiped a sweat soaked forearm across the line of moisture dripping from his forehead. This accomplished only a slight stirring of the salty perspiration that angled into the corner of his eyes: That and to add some dirt to the line of sweat. Pulling his still damp tank top from his waistband once more, he wiped at his forehead as he walked across the lawn to the rear of the house.

Raising his hand to knock on the glass, Don paused. There was an inch or so of open space where the curtain hadn’t been pulled quite all the way closed. Through the opening, Don could see Susan where she sat in the computer chair. Only one quarter inch thick pane of glass and about two feet of distance separated him from the young woman.

Holy shit!, Don thought, raised hand frozen just short of knocking on the glass. Susan Ranglotti, the blonde goddess of his fantasies, was scrunched down in her computer chair masturbating for all she was worth. As his heartbeat sped up, Don’s dick sprang immediately to a pulsating erect position of attention. Don stepped slightly to the side, just out of direct view of the horny young woman, but where he could maintain a good view of the proceedings.

Susan’s ass was pushed forward in the seat with her luxurious legs stretched out all the way forward, heels just touching the floor. Her head was thrown back, curly blonde hair flowing over the padded back of the leather chair. Her eyes were screwed shut, the tip of her tongue just protruding between deliciously red lips. The gorgeously hot young woman’s left hand was caressing a breast. Meanwhile, her right hand was buried in the front of her sheer silk gym shorts. Don could see Susan’s hand rapidly moving up and down, rubbing and stroking her pussy for all it was worth.

Don’s penis throbbed against his zipper, begging for release. He couldn’t believe he was watching Susan masturbate just two feet from where he stood. Jesus Christ! Should I knock? Should I go in? What? Would she be willing to let me… take over? Frozen in indecision, pulse skyrocketing, Don’s blood pounded in his ears so all he could hear was a roaring as if sitting by a storm lashed shoreline. His mouth suddenly dry, Don circled his tongue to create some moisture. Unconsciously, his right hand slid down to rub at the insistent bulge in his crotch. Groaning, eyes glued on the erotic tableau, he rubbed the length of his dick where it pushed against the denim of his jeans.

As Don watched, Susan pushed up the small triangles of cloth covering her breasts. Don couldn’t tear his eyes away as the yellow bikini slid up to reveal two beautiful firm breasts. Susan’s tits weren’t huge like Amanda’s, but they were firm and nicely rounded. Her nipples were a dark brown and about the size of a kennedy half with a taut hard center poking straight out. Don licked dry lips, imagining licking and sucking on those gorgeous mounds of flesh. As the hot horny blonde stroked her breast, she lifted her ass slightly. Don could see Susan’s middle finger rising and falling in the center of her crotch as she plunged the digit in and out of the depths of her molten pussy. Holy fuck!

Susan moaned as the erotic tension built in her hot pussy. Her finger slipped in and out of her sopping pussy easily due to the liquid heat generated by her fantasy. Sliding her middle finger all the way to the hilt inside herself she held it there for a moment, gently twirling it side to side, stroking the soft sensitive walls of her heated love canal. “Mmmm,” moaned. “Oh that feels good.”

Eyes closed, she pictured Don’s tight muscular ass in his baseball uniform. She could see him on the pitcher mound, right arm wound up, one leg raised, preparing to fire a strike out pitch across home plate. Fast forwarding the scene playing in her mind she pictured the athletically trim young man heading for the shower after another winning game. Susan remembered the times she and Amanda, along with Veronica and Tish - her two best friends in high school - discussing Donald Huriole’s good points. All four girls had fantasized about making hot passionate love to the muscular toned star of the baseball team: Only Amanda had succeeded in that endeavor, the others taking a voyeuristic glee in listening to Amanda’s tales of Don’s huge cock and his sexual prowess.

Eyes tight closed, Susan pictured Don with Amanda. Amanda Shorette was a hot little number. Her ass was curved out really nicely, large full tits filling our her front in a manner that most of the other girls had been jealous of. The vivacious cheerleader had thick curly black hair and long gorgeous eyelashes. All Amanda had to do was bat those lashes and the boys would fall all over themselves salivating for the chance to do whatever she wanted. Because of all this, she was chased by horny hormone driven teenage boys on a continuous basis.

Sometimes that level of attractiveness was good, sometimes bad, as Susan knew from personal experience. While Amanda enjoyed the power her steaming sexuality gave her over the boys, she was also often the victim of bad mouthing and innuendos. Lots of boys, when rejected by a girl, tended to spread lies rather than just accepting it. About half way through Amanda’s sophomore year - before she had started dating Don - there had been this one particular guy, Jerome Vanauken, that had repeatedly asked Amanda out every week for months despite her lack of interest. Finally, mostly just to get him to stop, Amanda had finally said yes to the creep.

According to Amanda, Jerome took her to Burger King for dinner, then to a movie. During the movie, Jerome had constantly pawed all over her legs and even tried to stick her hand in his crotch the second the lights went out. After the movie, Amanda had asked him to take her home but instead he drove her to the lake and parked. Refusing to take no for an answer, Jerome had tried to kiss her. When he grabbed at her tits, Amanda had pushed him back and jumped out of the car, threatening to walk home. Jerome had called her a whore and a cunt so she took off. Luckily for Amanda, her friend Stephanie’s mom saw her when she came out on the main road and gave her a ride home.

The next day in school, Jerome went around bragging to whoever would listen about how he had supposedly fucked that little slut, Amanda Shorette the night before. Don, who happened to be in Jerome’s gym class, overheard one of the gossipy conversations. Walking up to the group of laughing teenaged boys, Don had heard Jerome saying “Yeah, Amanda “Shor - ette” my dick last night,” chuckling and making air quotes as he turned the hapless girls name into a sexual innuendo.

The sophomore cheerleading squad was in the gym practicing nearby and Don had seen Amanda Shorette - face flushed and eyes misted with unshed tears - trying to ignore the bragging teen. Amanda looked like she would burst into tears any second. Don had entered the group of boys, and smiling, placed a muscular arm around Jerome’s shoulders. Smiling evilly at the group of suddenly nervous boys, Don had asked them to excuse him and Jerome a second.

“What’s up?” Jerome had queried.

“Just need to talk to you a second,” Don had replied. Steering the braggart away from his little crowd of sycophants, Don and Jerome had exited the gymnasium. Five minutes later, Don Huriole had re-entered the gym, whistling nonchalantly, and returned to tossing a basketball. Jerome, one eye sporting a bruise that would definitely be a nice shiner soon, had then come back in. Head hung down, Jerome had walked over to the group of cheerleaders and apologized to Amanda Shorette. Jerome told the coach that he had tripped and struck his eye on a doorknob accidentally. The next day, Don Huriole had asked Amanda out, and she had accepted.

That tale had made the rounds of the school even quicker than Jerome’s lies about having had sex with Amanda. Don Huriole, already an object of lust for most of the school girls, was now seen as a sexy knight ready to rescue a damsel in distress. Even Susan had fantasized about rewarding the boy for helping her friend. Susan had thought about going for the star pitcher herself and probably would have if the handsome hero hadn’t started dating Amanda.

Returning to her pictured locker room scene she licked her lips as she imagined Don slipping his jersey off, exposing his rock hard chest and washboard abs. As her mind played out the scene the ball player slid off his pants to reveal a nicely filled out jock strap. As the young man in her fantasy turned toward the locker room bench she saw his tight ass cheeks - nicely firm and taut with a dusting of dark hair covering their curved fullness. In her mind’s eye she pictured herself watching the gorgeous hunk from next to a stand of lockers. As her mind movie continued she stepped out from behind the lockers and approached the hunky ball player clad only in a jock strap. In her mind she saw him staring at her as she approached, a smile playing across his lips. Walking up to the pitcher she placed one finger on his lips to request silence. Sinking to her knees in front of his muscular body she grasped the elastic band of the white jock strap and pulled down. The well toned young man’s huge dick popped into view, nine full inches of thick hard round man flesh topped by a purplish blunt head jutting out from a nest of dark curly hair. His balls dangled below, covered by short black hairs. In her fantasy, Susan stroked the hot pulsing length of his huge cock before turning toward the bench next to him. Leaning against the bench, palms down, she had looked over one shoulder at the horny sexy man and smiled invitingly at him, her sopping pussy lifted in the air waiting for the aching emptiness in her to be filled by him.

Don Huriole, standing just to the left of the sliding glass doors, swallowed once more as he watched his sexy step-aunt plunge her fingers rapidly in and out of her hot pussy. Only a thin layer of silk material hid the full glory of the spectacle from his sight. Could she be fantasizing about me? I know she was checking me out before. His dick throbbed insistently against his zipper, eager to escape. Groaning in frustration, blood beating in his ears, he squeezed his thick hard shaft through the denim. Wrapping his fingers under the length of his dick, Don shifted his erection to a less uncomfortable position.

Glancing across the freshly mown yard, Don thought about the situation for a moment before stepping quietly away from his voyeuristic position. Treading quickly, Don went across to the east edge of the house. There was a second door there that opened onto a small concrete porch. Taking a deep breath, Don tested the knob. The sun heated circle of metal turned easily in his hand. Carefully, Don pulled the door open and slipped inside, quietly pulling the door to.

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Heart pounding, Don stepped to the open doorway that fronted into the kitchen from the little den. Across the kitchen, on the far side of a round dining table, Don could see Susan where she sat in front of the computer. Her back was turned to him and he could see her long blonde hair cascading over the back of the black leather office chair. Licking his lips and taking a deep breath, Don headed across the kitchen, following the direction in which his throbbing dick was trying to point.

Reaching the edge of the dining table, Don moved to the left to the edge of the curtain covering the slider doors that opened onto the back yard he had just been mowing. Susan, unaware of his presence, was blissfully caressing her breasts with one manicured hand, as her other continued to rub her crotch. Don’s breath came in quick gulps as his pounding blood roared in his ears. Jesus Christ. I’ve never seen a girl masturbate before… Still, unless she’s gay, I imagine she’s got to be thinking about a guy. Like Amanda always told me, girls want sex just as bad as guys. Shit! She’s probably imagining someone licking at her pussy – no different than a guy beating off while imagining getting laid and having his dick sucked. Aware of his throbbing dick pulsating in his pants, pulse racing like a formula race car, Don swallowed the lump in his throat. “Uhm, Susan,…”

Susan jerked in her chair at the unexpected sound of Don’s voice. The computer chair rolled back a couple of inches on its roller wheels as her feet kicked. Her right hand slid out of her shorts and joined her left in scrambling to replace her bikini top. Tugging the bottom of her bikini top back into place, Susan sat up a little straighter and turned the chair on its swivel base.

Susan’s cheeks were flushed and her eyes had a shine that came through despite her obvious embarrassment. Making an obvious attempt to sound relaxed, Susan smiled. “Is the yard done already?” she asked, her voice thin and strained.

“Yeah. The yard’s pretty much done… but, um, maybe I could help you with trimming that bush that’s bothering you…” Don’s voice trailed off, and his eyes dropped.

Susan Ranglotti, pulse just beginning to settle down to something approaching normal, breathed in through her nostrils for a moment. Her mouth was dry, and her heart was still hammering from being startled so badly. Swallowing, she looked at the young man standing by her table. Don’s skin had a damp sweat sheen that glistened on his bare smooth chest. Running her eyes over the muscular body that she had fantasized about, she noted the size of his biceps and the smooth hardness of his abs. Don’s head was hung down slightly, eyes downcast as he shuffled his feet left and right. Scanning her eyes over him, she licked her lips. Noting a runnel of sweat trickling down Don’s beautifully proportioned chest and over a nipple, Susan watched it circle around the young man’s belly button before disappearing into the mat of black hair just above the waist of his jeans.

Don had always been athletic and his trim body was ripped and absolutely gorgeous. He could have been a hero out of mythology, maybe Jason or Achilles if not one of the actual Greek or Roman Gods such as Ares. Looking at him, Susan couldn’t help but want to run her hands over Don’s hard pecs, and maybe have her tongue follow the track of his sweat down over his stomach. Noting the prominent bulge in her nineteen year old step-nephews crotch, Susan’s pussy throbbed with desire. Goddamn! What a hunk! He is absolutely gorgeous! I’d love to see that dick: If Amanda was only slightly exaggerating Don has a dick that a woman would die for and knows how to use it… A surge of liquid heat radiated out from her core. Every fiber of her being told her that she wanted to let this young male deity fuck her until she screamed for mercy. More than anything in the world she wanted him to fill her emptiness with his rock hard maleness and pound her aching pussy into absolute bliss. At the thought of his dick pounding into her hot pussy, the full hard length slamming into her, Susan’s overheated libido screamed in anticipation. As she thought this, she noted the front of Don’s jeans pulse in and out in time to the throbbing length confined therein.

What the hell, Susan thought. So what if Tom is Don’s step father. That really doesn’t have anything to do with me. And, Jesus Christ, he is so fucking hot! Licking her suddenly parched lips, Susan raised her eyes from the bulge in Don’s crotch. The young man had raised his own head and was looking at her. Don’s nostrils were flared slightly, his eyes were dilated and she could see a swirling galaxy of lust birthing in their dark depths. As she looked, Don licked his own dry lips – his tongue a darting pinkness. Her pussy throbbed as she pictured that tongue licking at her clit, sliding between her labia and plunging into her hot cunt.

Smiling coyly, Susan Ranglotti met her step nephews gaze. “Trimming my bush? That’s the line you use? Really?”

“Well, you certainly looked like you could use some help.” Don tried to grin, but it came out lopsided. His pulse was racing and he felt like he should run or just hide under a rock. Trim her bush? That’s the best you could come up with? How lame are you?… But Goddamn is she hot. I knew those tits would be beautiful.. Dumbass, she’s your mother’s sister in law… Fuck that! I’ve known her longer than Tom and mom have known each other. Swallowing once more, Don clenched his hands and tried to control some of the tension in his sexually frustrated body. “Look, Susan, I…”

As Susan stood up the computer chair rolled back and bumped against the desk. Forgotten was the site she had been reading over. Gone was the thought of the biology test she had tomorrow. Looking at the hot beautiful testosterone laden maleness of Don Huriole, all she knew was that she wanted to screw this boy’s brains out. What about Tom and Elayne? Is this some sort of incest? Shit, I’ve known Don for five years. Another surge of desire swam out from her center as she noted the front of Don’s jeans pulsating in time with his pulse. To hell with it! I’ve wanted to fuck this guy for over four years and it’s now or never since he’s leaving soon.

As Susan stood, Don clenched and unclenched his fists. Is she pissed? Is she going to tell mom that I came on to her? Or… fuck! “Look, Susan. I know your brother is my step dad…”

“Shh.” Stepping over to the nervous, horny young man Susan placed a finger on his lips. Placing a hand on his rock hard chest, Susan was amazed at the thrill that shot through her as she felt his heart pounding. Rising up on her tiptoes she replaced her finger with her lips. As their lips met, their softness sinking together, she felt the last shred of her will to resist tatter and dissolve.

As Susan’s lips met his own, Don’s felt the frustration of five months of celibacy combined with the constant stress of being physically attracted to his step aunt burst in a wave of sheer lust that overwhelmed him. Grabbing the gorgeous blonde around her waist he pressed his lips hard against hers. As he felt the slight opening of her lips as she moaned he pushed his tongue into her mouth. The most powerful muscle in his body snaked into the warm moist wetness of Susan Ranglotti’s mouth, entwining with her tongue, seeking to devour her femaleness with the force of his want. His dick throbbed painfully in his jeans, pressing and throbbing against Susan’s bare stomach, screaming for release. Moving his hands down he clutched and caressed the perfect curved mounds of her ass. The cool, slippery silk of her gym shorts slid smoothly under his grasping fingers. Her tits pressed into his chest and he could feel the hardness of her nipples pushing into his skin below his own tender ones.

As Don’s tongue plunged the depths of her mouth, their tongues entwined in a mating dance, Susan felt her body start to melt. When the handsome young man she had wanted for so long grasped her ass with his callused strong fingers she thought she would die. Waves of desire cascaded through her. Heat radiated from her core, her skin flushed. She could feel his dick pulsing against her stomach. Breaking the kiss, she breathed in for a second, trying to catch her breath.

As Susan’s lips pulled back, breaking contact, Don leaned down a little further. Raising one hand from where it cupped her perfect ass he ran his fingertips up the curve of her spine, bypassing for the moment the string tying her bikini top over her breasts, moving on to grip the back of her neck. His fingers captured and twined into a cool nest of blonde locks. Moving his seeking lips down, he flicked his tongue and lips over the curve of her throat. As he tasted the sweat of her warm skin he could feel her pulse beating in her carotid artery. Kissing, suckling, grasping, living, dying - he drank in the essence of her. God. I’ve wanted this forever! Jesus Christ. I can’t fucking believe this is happening. Amanda, you were so right.

Throwing her head back, Susan bared her neck to Don’s ministrations. His tongue flicked over her carotid as her roaring pulse beat. His lips left spots of searing heat as he nuzzled and kissed at her. As his fingernails traced up her spine she arched forward - nerves singing in time with her lust. His strong hand grasped the base of her neck, fingers twining in her hair. Oh my God! Christ I want him to fuck me! Jesus, I’ve wanted this for four years. I don’t think my pussy’s ever been this hot before. “Bedroom,” she gasped between gusts of breath.

Letting go of her neck, Don grasped Susan around her waist and lifted her bodily from the floor. Shifting one arm down, he slid a forearm behind her knees, his other arm supporting her at the shoulders. Carrying his amazingly light burden, Don Huriole headed into the sanctum of his step aunt’s bedroom.

As her step nephew picked her up and cradled her, Susan felt an utterly feminine thrill as she felt her body respond to the sheer masculinity of his strength. His biceps stood out prominently and she was pressed against the muscular hardness of his smooth nipple tipped pectorals. Another surge of liquid molten heat flooded through her interior. The inner recesses of her pussy pulsed as her womanhood let it’s emptiness and desire to be filled be known.

Carefully, Don placed the gorgeous woman in his arms onto the black and silver comforter that covered the queen sized bed. Standing next to the bed, Don gazed in blissful wonder at the beauty of her. Reaching out one clammy hand he caressed the curve of her face and the lobe of one ear as he kicked off his shoes.

Rising up on one elbow, Susan reached over the edge of the bed with her other hand and stroked the invitingly cute belly button. She felt his stomach contract as Don gasped in a blast of air. She tickled at the mat of black hair below his navel. Looking up she saw naked desire raging in his beautiful dark eyes.

Raising one leg he placed a knee on the mattress. Carefully he brought up his other leg so that he knelt on the softness of the mattress, feeling it sink under his weight. Kneeling next to the beautiful object of his desire, he placed one hand on Susan’s far side. Lifting one leg he swung to his right. Don was now fully on the bed, Susan’s legs trapped between his knees, her head where it lay on the pillows nestled between his hands. He watched the rise and fall of her chest, her pert breasts going up and down alluringly. Susan, hair spread in a halo radiating around her angelic face, licked her lips as she looked up at him.

Lowering his face, Don once again met her full red lips with his own. Gently this time, he communicated his desire for her through the gentle meshing of their mouths. Lowering his upper body by advent of bending elbows, Don broke the kiss. Running one hand down along the side of her face, Don cupped a cheek as he nuzzled his lips into the crook where her shoulder met her neck. He flicked his tongue at the hardness of her collar bone. He felt Susan’s hot body arch up towards his. Shifting his mouth around he kissed the hollow at the base of her neck, then slid his mouth down to the little valley created by the swell of her breasts. He could feel her yearning as if it was his own in the way her body responded to his every caress.

As the muscular gorgeous body of the hunk in her bed nestled into the curves of her own, Susan groaned. She could feel his hard manhood throbbing against her thigh. As his lips caressed her shoulder and throat before moving down to blaze a molten trail along the tops of her breasts, Susan’s body arched involuntarily - striving to reach and engulf the maleness of him. As his lips nuzzled at the curve of her swelling glands, she ran her fingers up to his shoulders. Feeling the hard muscles of his ripped body, she caressed and stroked at him. Reaching around, she ran her hands over his back, kneading her fingers into the musculature around his spine. As she found and tickled the bundle of nerves at the base of his spine she felt him spasm in tortured pleasure. His raging hard-on pulsed against her thigh. She longed to see it, hold it, and feel it throb in hand. Her aching pussy yearned for the length of him to fill her center and make her whole. Nothing in the universe seemed as important at this moment as relieving the unfulfilled sexual tension that had her entire body in knots.

Releasing his elbows, Don carefully lowered himself on top of Susan, allowing his weight to distribute on and around her. As her lips nuzzled into the crook of his shoulder, her fingers teasing at the base of his spine just above his taut buttocks, Don felt his body jerk. Every nerve ending in his body was screaming at him. Wrapping his hands around her body so they met in the small of her back he kissed at the base of her neck and the top of her breasts - his mouth seeking to taste every available millimeter of gorgeously tanned woman flesh available to him. His aching dick throbbed against the waistband of his pants, trapped between flesh, cotton, and denim, screaming for release. His hands wandered over her body, following the curve of her waistline to the flare of her hips. One fingernail trailed along the elastic band at the top of her shorts, over to the cute depression of her belly button. Placing his hand flat on her stomach, he continued nuzzling at the base of her throat and the top of her breasts. His other hand kneaded at the middle of her back, strong fingers digging at the tension knotted there.

As Don’s hand trailed the edge of her shorts, Susan moaned. “Oh God, that feels nice. Please, just keep going.” Arching her body toward his hand, she sucked in a gasp of air as his palm rubbed her stomach. Waves of desire crashed against the shoreline of her defenses, eating at the sandbar of her willpower as he conducted an assault on her center.

As Susan’s body responded to his caresses, her rampant desire obvious in the way her heated body hummed in time with his caresses, Don smiled. When she begged for him to continue he knew he was all the way home. Rubbing his warm hand up along her tummy, he traced the curve of her abdomen up to the base of her breasts. Cupping the luscious curve of one breast in his palm he tweaked at the erect tautness of a hard nipple. Susan groaned in appreciation as he rubbed at her sensitive nipple.

Sliding his hand down, he dug his fingers underneath the bottom edge of her yellow bikini top and carefully slid the material up and away. Fascinated, he watched as the creamy smooth skin of her breasts was revealed in all its glory. There was a triangular area of whiter skin centered around her dark brown aureoles showing her tan line. The blonde’s breasts were not near as large as Amanda’s, but they were firm and beautiful. The curve of them swept him along in an ecstasy of visual fulfillment. The aureoles were dark brown, and the nipples jutted out of the center like little hills topping the apex of a midsize mountain range. “Wow. Your breasts are absolutely perfect. You are beautiful,” he said, admiring her loveliness for a moment. Lowering his head, Don took a hard nipple between his teeth and teased at it. He loved the feel of an eager woman squirming under him as he suckled at her sensitive breasts. With thumb and forefinger he tweaked and squeezed at the other luscious mound.

As the hard enamel edge of Dons teeth grazed and played with her nipple, Susan gasped. Her breast was on fire, her nerves sizzling. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to hurry it up. Fighting the urge to throw him over on his back, yank off his pants and straddle his hard manhood, Susan clenched her hands - fingernails digging into her palms.

Finally, unable to take more, her own desire to taste him overcoming her restraint, Susan pushed Don to one side. As he rolled over next to her, she raised up enough to slip out of the dangling bikini top, dropping it off the side of the bed. Leaning into him, breasts rubbing pleasantly at the skin of his side, Susan licked at the hardness of Don’s left nipple. It had always amazed her that men’s nipples were sensitive like a woman’s and the wrinkled skin there hardened on a guy just like on a woman.

As Susan nuzzled at his left nipple, Don groaned. “Oh yeah. Damn, that feels nice.”

Pushing herself up onto knees, Susan trailed fingers and mouth over and around Don’s muscular chest. Her fingers stroked the skin of his abdomen - loving the washboard hardness of his stomach - as her tongue blazed along the base of his throat and neck. She could taste the salt of his perspiration from the yard work he had been doing - but rather than being a turn off it made her even hotter. Licking downward, she poked the tip of her tongue into the little depression of his belly button - the hairs around his navel tickling at her lips and chin.

“Aarrgh!” Don groaned and thrust his hips upward as Susan licked at his navel. “Oh shit! Jesus! Yes.”

Encouraged by his response, Susan moved her hand lower. Rubbing the crotch of his jeans, she felt the rough denim material. There was a huge hard round swelling there that she just had to feel. Rubbing the length of him she sucked in a breath. Jesus Christ, he’s huge, she thought. His hips arched upward involuntarily. Pressing her palm inward she stroked along the length of him, loving the thrill of feeling his dick jump at her slightest movement. Nuzzling at his belly button, Susan tugged at the snap of Don’s jeans.

Shifting his arm, Don cupped Susan’s gorgeous ass in one hand. As his hips arched, begging for her to continue, his fingers sought the leg holes of her shorts. Sliding under the silky material, his hand cupped the firm roundedness of one ass cheek. Kneading the flesh there with one hand his other stroked the base of Susan’s neck. As the beautiful woman rubbed at his dick through his pants, Don moaned in tortured desire. When the snap of his jeans popped and her fingers trailed inside he lifted his ass up from the comfort of the mattress. When seeking fingers found and slid along the extremely sensitive head of his dick, Don bit his bottom lip to keep from screaming.

Adjusting his hand to get a better angle, Don slid a finger between the tight curves of flesh and silk until he managed to slide his index finger between the base of Susan’s ass and the skin between her thighs. He tickled and teased at the hairs he felt there, as he strained to reach the base of the molten hole he knew was just out of reach of his questing finger.

As her hand slid inside Don’s pants, the tip of the zipper popping up and giving way slightly to the pressure, Susan reveled in the feel of his thick shaft. Finding the blunt tip of him, she ran a finger along the piss slit, feeling the little wedge where the shaft met the head. She felt his entire body tense and surge as he fought to contain himself. Meanwhile, Susan moaned as Don’s strong fingers caressed her ass. When a finger managed to squirm between her legs to tease at the hairs behind her pussy she spread her thighs to allow him better access. As her pussy yelled at her to move it along, her body insisting she bare the hard rod of man flesh to the air so she could get to it, Susan moaned and squirmed. A questing finger finally found the back edge of her sopping pussy. The tip of a digit slid between her lips just to the first bend.

As Susan’s hand slid inside his waistline, cupping the length of his raging erection, Don’s finger found and slid between the lips of her soaking wet pussy. Due to the constriction of her shorts, he was unable to get more than the tip of his finger inside her but he swiveled it around, loving the feel of the soft folds of wet skin inside her mound. When Susan pulled away, he brought his hand up by his nose and luxuriated in the aroma of hot, cock hungry pussy coating his finger. As he felt insistent fingers tugging at his zipper, the hormone ridden teen lifted his ass.

Enjoying the feel of Don’s finger teasing at the extremities of her pussy, Susan thrust her groin down against his palm. Unfortunately, his finger was unable to gain further access to her molten depths due to her gym shorts. Scrambling back up, she went to her knees. Moving her wandering attention away from the aching depths of her womanhood, she turned back to the material obstructing her access to the throbbing rod of flesh that she wanted more than anything at the moment. Grasping the zipper tab, Susan yanked downward. As his jeans flapped open, she felt Don raise his ass off the mattress. Shifting to her left she moved down along his length. Grasping the waist of his pants she peeled them down over his masculinity, finally pulling them off over his socks. Draping his pants over the footboard, she turned back. Don looked a little silly with his thrusting hard on tenting his boxer shorts and his feet still covered in half off white sports socks. Grinning, she tickled the base of one foot then peeled off his socks.

Don raised his torso onto his forearms as Susan moved down to peel off his jeans. Watching her every move avidly, he groaned in relief as his jeans were finally pulled past the swelling of his hips, then off. As Susan caught his eye and grinned, tickling the base of his right foot, he licked his lips. Her breasts tickled at the tips of his toes when she peeled of his socks.

Stretching up, Susan held Don’s eyes with her own as she grasped and pulled at his boxers. Lowering her eyes her fascinated gaze centered on his throbbing manhood as his penis was finally uncovered. Susan swallowed the surge of desire as she took in the fullness of his dick. It looked huge, like a flagpole jutting from the center of his thighs. Taking a breath, she finished peeling off his underwear. Turning slightly, she placed the boxers by his jeans. Resting on her heels a moment, Susan drank in the sight of Don’s gorgeously masculine nudity.

His muscular legs were covered in a light patina of hair, knees slightly bent, hips widening slightly out as her gaze travelled upward. Don’s testicles dangled at the base of his dick, his legs parted slightly to allow them to rest in the curving vee of his crotch. Don’s balls were bigger than her last boyfriends but appeared to be about the same size as that of the first guy she had slept with when she was sixteen - Rafael Rodgrigues. She and Rafael had dated for about a year and he had introduced her to the pleasures of sex. She had thought Rafael’s dick was huge the first time she saw it – barely able to even imagine that gigantic pole of flesh actually being inside her body – but Don’s, while about the same thickness, was longer by probably about two inches. Unlike that painful first experience, Susan now relished the idea of inserting a huge cock inside her and riding it to an earth shattering orgasm.

Don’s scrotum was covered in curly hairs, not quite as thick as those circling the base of his penis. Don’s dick looked huge from her vantage point. Her eyes traced the length of his quivering shaft from the top of his balls upward to the tip. A drip of transparent precum oozed from the slit as she watched. His dick throbbed and weaved slightly with his beating pulse, like it was alive on its own merits - A freshly uncaged beast pacing the area, testing the air to determine the limits of its newfound freedom Raising her gaze slightly she met Don’s eyes, staring at her. A grin tugged at the edge of his lips. His nostrils flared as he rapidly breathed in and out. His eyes were coal black and swirling. He’s absolutely beautiful, she thought. Her pussy was so hot it was practically dripping. Jesus Christ, I want that in me.

Rolling her torso forward, she stroked the tips of his toes with her nipples. Continuing forward, she lowered her mouth to his hairy calves. Flicking her tongue along his muscular legs, Susan inched her way forward toward the object of her desire. When she reached his knees, she ran a finger under his left leg and tickled the nerve bundle behind his kneecap.

As Susan inched her way forward, her mouth and fingers leaving a trail of molten fire that raced along his nerves to overwhelm his cerebral cortex, Don parted his legs. His balls, heavy with unshed sperm, slipped down to hang unfettered between his thighs as his jutting dick twitched and jumped with every beat of his heart. When Susan tickled the back of his kneecap, right in the joint, his calves tensed. His feet stretched, toes pointed down and outward, as his body tensed and stretched.

Fingernails running up the outside of Don’s legs were paced by her flickering tongue on the inside. Reaching his thighs she breathed in deep, taking in the aromatic, slightly acrid scent of his perspiration. Directly in front of her eyes, just inches away, Don’s penis rose majestically. Skirting her fingers along a hairy, taut thigh, Susan finally grasped his huge cock. Her small hand was unable to completely close around the circumference of his rod. His dick was thick and long. There appeared to be about a half inch or so of distance still between her thumb and index finger when she tried to encircle it. The length of her hand from the bottom of her pinky to the top of her pointer finger barely covered a third of the length of the quivering rod of pink flesh. Pure liquid desire dripped from her pussy, wetting the crotch of her shorts as her vagina begged to be allowed to swallow this raging shaft of manhood into its silken folds.

Stroking her hand gently up and down, Susan gazed raptly, fascinated by the veins running the length of Don’s penis. The feel of it, so hard under her hand when she squeezed, yet the outer layer of skin so malleable and easy to slide. Another drop of sticky pre-cum oozed from the reddish purple head to slide down the length of his pole. As she gently stroked up and down, the fluid finally came to rest against the pad of skin between Susan’s thumb and pointer finger. With her other hand, Susan cupped Don’s scrotum. His testicles were heavy in her hand and she could feel the two hard round balls inside the sack as she lifted and prodded. An aroma of musky man wafted upward as she lifted his dangling balls from where they hung between his thighs. Wetting her lips, Susan licked at the base of him, right below the scrotum where the sac, ended in a tight wad of skin against the hairy line of flesh between his manhood and his curved butt cheeks. Tracing her tongue upward, she reveled in the taste of him. She was enraptured by the feel of his dick jumping in her hand. The length of him was becoming slippery and slightly sticky due to the transparent juice leaking from his pee slit. As Don moaned in pleasure, Susan ran her tongue up the length of him to the head. When she reached the base of his head, where the ridge surrounding its bulbous shape completed itself in the little vee at the bottom of the slit, she flicked her tongue there.

“Arrgghhh! Fuck! Oh God, yes. Damn that feels good.” Clasping the comforter in his hands, Don dug his fingers into the quilted softness. When Susan’s tongue flicked at that special spot, giving him little butterfly kisses on the most sensitive spot of his entire anatomy, Don arched his ass upward.

Loving the feeling of absolute power that Don’s overpowering desire gave her, Susan licked and nibbled around the head of his huge shaft. The juice trickling from his head tasted slightly salty, but not unpleasant. Opening her lips, she slid her mouth down over the head of his cock, loving the spongy hardness of it as it pushed against her teeth. Her tongue darted and nibbled at him, sneaking into the tip of his slit as he moaned and thrashed under her. Taking a breath, Susan slowly, centimeter by centimeter, eased the length of Don’s dick into the wet warmth of her mouth. Her teeth lightly grazed at his dick as it slid between her sucking lips. Halfway down the hugeness of his pole, Susan had to stop, unable to take more of him without gagging. It felt like her mouth was stretched to its limit, the head of his dick pushing against the roof of her mouth as her tongue slid around the length of him, tasting and probing. As the horny male animal on her bed arched and moaned, Susan slowly slid her mouth back up his dick. Upon reaching the top of his shaft she once more, faster this time, lowered her head. As Don’s ass lifted to meet her bobbing head, Susan rapidly sucked and licked at his raging erection.

When Susan’s mouth opened, and his dick slid inside the warm wetness there, Don thought he would die. It was all he could do to keep from thrusting upward and burying his full length in her throat. Grabbing handfuls of the quilted comforter, he fought the urge. “Oh my God! Sweet Jesus! Yes!” Releasing the comforter, he tangled his hands into Susan’s blonde locks, luxuriating in the feel of her soft hair playing ticklishly over his thighs and stomach as her head bobbed up and down on his dick. Finally, after a couple of minutes of Susan gobbling at his dick, unable to take more as he felt his dick tensing and pulsating, Don said “Stop. Oh God! Stop!” His breath was coming in gasps as he fought to hold back from shooting juts of cum down her throat.

As Susan allowed his dick to slide from between her lips, Don breathed a small sigh of relief. Blowjobs were his absolute favorite form of sex and only burying his cock in the hot molten depths of a soaking pussy could begin to compare to the feeling. Sometimes the teen thought that blowjobs were better than pussy since a pussy didn’t have the advantage of a tongue and teeth to play around down there. Still, sometimes nothing at all would suffice except burying his dick to the hilt in a hot horny pussy and pounding away. The sheer feeling of dominance and power a guy got from that was as intoxicating as any drug and certainly healthier. Don knew from Amanda that girls enjoyed a sense of power over guys given the fact that men would do almost anything to get laid, but Don was okay with that. When he thrust his shaft all the way into a willing and gasping woman, his balls slapping against the cheeks of her ass, there was no better aphrodisiac. Beckoning Susan to move forward, Don sank back into the pillows for a moment to regain control.

Moving up to lie next to him, Susan placed her head on his chest, her downturned ear marveling at the sound of his beating heart. Her aching nipples rubbed against his stomach as wandering fingers twirled in the curly hairs at the base of his dick.

Grasping Susan gently by the shoulders, Don rotated her sideways. Rolling further he straddled her luscious legs. His balls rested on her athletic calves where the hair on them tickled her, causing her to giggle. Stroking her neckline, Don leaned in and sucked the lobe of an ear into his mouth and nibbled for a few seconds. Releasing the soft skin, he moved down, his tongue blazing a trail of fire along the underside of her chin, nuzzling at the base of her throat. His dick tapped lightly against the bottom of her legs where it nestled between them. Moving onward, Don followed the trail of her cleavage, his tongue pressing out to the tops of one breast, sucking at the hard nipple. Susan moaned in desire as electrical jolts shot through her nervous system. One hand caressed the other breast, rubbing at the area underneath where the weight of it settled on her chest, then moving up to tweak and tease at that nipple. Switching, he suckled at the other breast for about thirty seconds as his wandering hands stroked her gorgeously flat stomach, playing with the edges of her belly button.

As Don sucked at her tits and ran his callused palms over her stomach and sides, Susan luxuriated in the feeling. Placing her hands around his waist she stroked his back, loving the feel of him as she found the swell of his buttocks. Her fingers traced the length of his butt crack, loving the spasm she felt jerk through him as the sensitive nerve endings in the skin of his ass crack sent jolts of torturous pleasure through him. The hair on his ass was soft and downy, a nice contrast to the firm muscular masculinity of his flesh.

Raising back to his knees, Don scooted downward on the bed, out of reach of Susan’s questing hands. Running a teasing finger around her belly button, he slid it under the elastic band at the top of her shorts. Susan raised her ass to allow ease of access for him as he grasped her silken gym shorts and tugged. Enraptured by this vision of loveliness, Don stared fascinated as the neatly trimmed line of blonde hair gracing the center of Susan’s pussy finally came into view. The grayish pink lips of her pussy were slightly swollen with her desire and he could smell the lustful aroma of hot horny pussy. Tearing his gaze from the mound between Susan’s creamy thighs, Don tugged the silk shorts down over her hips and finally pulled them off from her dainty feet.

Dropping the shorts to one side he sat up, as Susan had done before, and took in the sight of her. Susan Ranglotti, his step-aunt, was as vibrantly beautiful as he had ever imagined. Her tanned legs were shapely and muscular, her stomach flat and desirable. He could see the swell of her perfect ass cheeks. Her breasts were medium size but firm and with a beautiful conical shape that didn’t sag at all. Her hair spread in a halo around her beautiful face with its green eyes and full red lips. Gaze travelling back down, his eyes locked onto the pair of jutting skin folds that marked the hole of her womanhood. The greyish pink skin of her labia was swollen and jutting, begging to be licked and suckled. Don’s dick throbbed in his groin.

As Susan spread her legs slightly, Don grinned. “Good for the goose, good for the gander,” he said. Lifting one foot in his palm he tickled the top of her big toe with his front teeth. Licking over the top of her foot he allowed the leg to lower. Teasingly, he traced his fingers up the outside of Susan’s perfect legs. She was smooth shaven and the skin of her legs was slippery. As she had done to him, Don lowered his torso to bring the top of her legs into reach of his flickering tongue. Running his tongue up the inside of her calves, he lifted and licked behind her knees, one at a time.

When Don’s roving tongue flicked at the back of her kneecap, Susan groaned. The spot was so sensitive she thought she might achieve orgasm right then. Raising her torso up on the pillows she twined fingers into what she could grasp of his closely shorn dark hair. Tugging upward she smiled as he allowed her leg to drop, and moved his questing tongue farther up the length of her. When he flicked at the inside of her thighs, just a bare couple of inches below her molten center, Susan arched up. Raising her ankles, she placed them against his hard glutes and pressed downward. Don’s questing fingers, following the trail of his snaking tongue, teased the edges of her cunt. Flicking and index finger in the folds of flesh where her pussy met her thighs, Don tickled and teased at her. Finally, Don slid one hand up to cup her womanhood, cradling her hot core in the palm of his hand, fingers trailing over the middle. His middle finger wriggled against her labia, teasing her open. Sliding himself between her willing legs, Don scooted down so he could bury his face between her legs.

When the skin of her protecting bottom lips slid to each side to allow access to this intruder, Susan sighed. His finger sank into her depths, prodding gently at the walls of her cunt as he finger fucked her. Curling his finger back upward, the tip of his nail found the little man in the boat. Susan gasped and arched her bare ass upward. “Oh please God. Yes. Play with my clit. Please.” Raising her legs in a vee, she placed her ankles on each side of Don’s waist, allowing her knees to flop outward to each side giving Don complete access to lick and suckle at her aching pussy which begged for attention.

Stroking the rubbery nub of her clitoris with one finger, Don moved up to trail his tongue between the lips of her pussy. Slipping his tongue inside for a moment he licked at the juices of her womanhood. His nose breathed in the aroma of her desire, causing his throbbing cock to pulsate against the quilt, trapped as it was between his stomach and the bed. Wriggling his head one side to the other he scratched the inside of Susan’s thighs with the light beard stubble on his cheeks. Lifting his head for a moment he placed one hand in an inverted position at the top of Susan’s nicely trimmed pussy. Applying a little pressure, Don spread the lips of Susan’s cunt, exposing the pink wetness of her insides. Turning his head to one side he sucked the triangular shaped flesh of one labium into his mouth. Carefully, he manipulated the soft piece of skin in and out of his mouth as he alternately flicked his tongue inside the sopping pinkness of her. Allowing the soft piece of her to slip out from between his lips, Don shifted his attentions to the other lip for a minute or so.

Susan groaned and thrashed on the bed, her heels digging into his buttocks as he nibbled and licked at her moist cunt. As he allowed her second pussy lip to slide out of his mouth and moved his attentions to plunging his tongue in and out of her soaking depths, Susan grabbed the comforter and squeezed. Releasing the blanket, she grabbed his head and pulled slightly.

Taking his lead from Susan, Don used two fingers to spread her pussy wide open. Pulling back a couple of inches he took in the view. Susan’s pussy was wide open, soft pink folds of skin in an indentation that looked to be less than an inch wide lay there unfolded and waiting. At the top of her vertical slit, narrowing as it went up, lay her clitoris. The nub of hard flesh was like the eraser head on a pencil. Shifting his pointer finger her stroked Susan’s clit, fascinated to watch as she squirmed her ass around and arched into the pressure. He was amazed at the thought that her vagina, looking so narrow, could and would actually expand to accept the full width and length of his manhood. Keeping her pussy lips spread, Don flicked his tongue experimentally at the hard nub of Susan’s clitoris, luxuriating in the sound of her moans. Extending his tongue as far as he could, Don licked at the full length of her. Starting at the bottom of her pussy, as deep as he could thrust it, Don tasted the juices of her. Slowly, he licked upward, his tongue rising from the tasty depths of her womanhood to glide over the hard rubbery nub of her clit. Don took her clitoris between his teeth and gently teased and tugged before sucking it into his mouth, slurping and licking at it like a kid with a lollipop.

As Don sucked at her clitoris, Susan gasped and moaned. The delicious pleasure was a type of sexual torture as shockwaves of erotic bliss slammed through her. “Yes. Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Oh yes! God! Please don’t stop!” Grabbing at the back of his head, Susan thrust his mouth into the molten core of her mound, grinding her sopping pussy against his face.

Don’s tongue licked furiously at Susan’s hot cunt, his nose breathing in deep wafts of her aromatic womanhood as she ground her cunt against him. Susan was overcome with pleasure and so horny it was driving her insane. Don’s dick throbbed against his stomach, uncomfortable in its trapped position between his flesh and the comforter.

Maintaining a presence of tongue to pussy, Don rose to his knees carefully. Raising his right leg he placed it to the outside of Susan’s thigh, followed by the other. His nine inch shaft throbbed and pulsated as it was freed to move.

As the hunk of hungry man shifted from between her thighs, Susan opened her tight shut eyes. Glancing to the side she saw the full jutting length of Don’s cock there, just inches from her face. His balls dangled below, bouncing lightly with each bob of his head between her thighs. His dick throbbed with his pulse and waved with his movements. Susan had never seen anything so beautiful. Raising her hand from the bed, she reached between his legs and caressed his dangling testicles. Pulling lightly on him, she rolled her head to one side and opened her mouth.

As Susan cupped his balls, Don arched his buttocks. His balls were tight and heavy with the sperm they wanted so badly to release. When Susan’s lips engulfed the head of his dick, her hand continuing to stroke and play with his dangling balls, Don lifted his mouth from her pussy and screamed. “Oh God! Jesus! Yes. Suck my dick! Oh yes,” he moaned. Lowering his head he returned to licking and suckling at her sopping fragrant mound.

As Susan sucked and slobbered on his dick, Don licked and blew on her soaking pussy. As his tongue and teeth nibbled on Susans rubbery clitoris, he inserted two fingers into her hot hole. Susan’s pussy was soaking wet and his fingers slid inside her with no resistance. The soft sides of her cavernous interior felt wonderful to him. Liquidy noises squelched as his fingers pounded in and out of her depths. As Susan thrashed around, her mouth continuing to bob up and down the length of his dick, her legs spread out to allow him complete access to her innermost recesses.

Extricating his middle finger from Susan’s hot pussy, Don slid it down to a new target. As his index finger continued to squish in and out of the soaking hot pussy, his middle finger found and teased at the tight circle of Susan’s asshole. Releasing his oral grip on Susan’s clitoris momentarily, Don lowered his mouth a bit. Allowing a small stream of saliva to stream from his lips, he wet the tight wrinkled circle of her anus.

When Don’s finger touched the ticklish sensitive skin of her asshole, Susan jumped. A jolt of pure electricity shot through her lower extremities. Unsure about this development, Susan squirmed around but her traitorous body refused to allow her to deny this male animal anything other than complete domination. Susan’s hormone infused lustful body was utterly in Don’s power.

Don tickled the tight hole of Susan’s anus with his middle finger while returning to his oral ministrations. Licking again at her clit and running his tongue along the length of her slit, Don drank in her juices. As he applied pressure, his middle finger worked its way past the initial resistance of Susan’s sphincter and slid inside her hot asshole. Moving it slowly at first, Don gradually increased the speed with which his finger plummeted in and out of Susan’s netherhole.

When Don’s finger popped past her sphincter and entered her virgin butthole, Susan tensed. It felt a little strange at first, but any discomfort was overwhelmed by the erotic bliss that held her body captive. After a moment, as one finger worked her hot pussy simultaneous with the other working her asshole, Susan found herself soaring to a new height of erotic tension. Never before had she felt as horny as she did now with her asshole and pussy being simultaneously ministered to. The friction of Don’s finger inside the tightness of her ass was an experience that she had never thought to enjoy, but it was wonderful.

As his fingers plunged the depths of both of Susan’s lower holes, his dick slammed in and out of her top one. Nibbling at her pussy, his emotional rollercoaster soared to the top of it’s track. Working three holes simultaneously was the reason Mother Nature had given men fingers and dicks and women holes to be filled. As Don’s dick began to palpitate, he felt his balls beginning to tense and draw up tighter against his groin. Pulling back, he felt his dick plop out of Susan’s mouth with an audible slurp. Raising his head from between her thighs, Don slid his middle finger out of Susan’s asshole but allowed his hand to continue stroking at Susan’s pussy, teasing at her clit and tweaking the skin of her pussy lips.

Looking at the blonde goddess laying there, skin flushed with the heat of sexual desire, Don thought she was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. As his dick settled from the near miss of his almost orgasm, Don caught his breath for a second. Susan’s eyes opened and she looked at him. Naked lust shone in the woman’s green eyes, her nostrils flared in and out as she tried not to hyperventilate, her cheeks were flushed and red with the heat of her desire. As Don stroked a palm across a rigid nipple, Susan’s body arched up to meet him. Her unfulfilled need for release kept her blood roaring and pumping.

Smiling, Don turned his body to align himself parallel with and over the top of his beautiful, naked step-aunt. Placing one hand palm down on each side of her head he allowed his groin to lower until the tip of his dick was against the hot moist opening of Susan’s achingly unfilled vagina.

As the tip of Don’s huge dick rubbed against her pussy lips, nudging the bud of her clitoris with electric results, Susan groaned. “Oh God yes. Fuck me, please. Just fuck me!” Her legs slid apart, her feet rising to encircle Don’s waist, pulling him down to her. The blunt rounded tip of his cock slid between the lips of her pussy. Susan thrust her ass upward while pushing down on Don’s ass with her heels, striving with all her might to get the full length of his fleshy shaft buried inside her aching pussy. As the full thickness of his nine inches slammed into her, his balls bouncing against her ass, Susan screamed. “Oh God yes!” Her eyes flew open as the full length of him hit bottom inside her, his dick reaching places her previous boyfriends had never gotten to.

As his dick met the warm liquidity of Susan’s soaking wet pussy, Don couldn’t stand anymore. As she thrust her crotch up at him, pushing on his ass with her heels, Don willingly and willfully slammed the full length of his manhood all the way into her hot core. As his balls bounced on her ass cheeks he moaned with the absolutely unbelievable feeling of erotic pleasure that her womanhood brought to his sensitive shaft. His ass clenched, a charley horse threatened to clamp down on the extended muscles of his calves. “Argh! Oh my God! Your pussy is so fucking hot!” Lifting his ass, Don felt the sucking folds of Susan’s soft insides pulling at the skin of his dick, milking him for what she could get. As the very tip of his shaft reached the outer edges, just resting between her pussy lips, Don groaned. His dangling balls swayed above her thighs as he held himself poised there.

“No! Please don’t stop! Please God, fuck me!” Susan gasped. Every fiber of her being yearned for his dick to slam back into her. Her thoughts were in utter chaos as her entire body reacted to the overriding urge to fuck the hell out of this gorgeous specimen of masculine perfection. Arching her back into a bridge, Susan tried to slide her pussy back up onto the length of hard round flesh he was teasing her with.

As Susan’s body spasmed and arched up against him, Don once more slammed his dick deep into her. Plunging up and down he slid his nine inch shaft rapidly in and out of her molten hot cunt. The friction of her womanhood caressing and milking his dick built up deliciously. Susan met his every downward thrust with an upsurge of her own, losing herself in the abandonment of a sheer animal mating frenzy. Don felt his balls once more tighten up, the head of his shaft palpitated. The nineteen year old knew that he couldn’t hold on any longer. As his balls pulled up into his groin as far as they could, Don rammed his dick all the into Susan’s pussy, as deep as he could possibly thrust, and held it there. His spine arched as his entire body tensed up with the overpowering need to shoot his load of hot cum into her. As the first huge load of jizz shot up the length of his shaft, spurting into her with the force of a hose, Don screamed. “Oh Goddamn! Fuck! I’m cumming!” Again and again his balls shot out jets of hot seed to rocket through the length of his dick. Don was transported into a whirling chaos of nonexistence as his entire being was subsumed by the intensity of his mind blasting orgasm.

As Don rammed his dick to its full length into her and held it there, his balls bouncing against the upward lifted cheeks of her ass, Susan felt her own impending orgasm scream over the top. As she felt the first spurt of Don’s male essence shoot into the depths of her womb, her body exploded. Her entire body felt like it was on fire with screaming pleasure rocketing from synapse to synapse along her nerves. The force of her orgasm blasted the last vestiges of any conscious control out of the waters of her mind. Susan thrashed and squirmed under Don as he held his dick deep into her, refusing to release her until the last vestiges of his shooting sperm stopped.

As Don finally lifted his weight from her, his dick sliding out from her soaking pussy, Susan breathed. A trickle of warm liquid dribbled from her sopping full cunt to run down along the crack of her ass. She could smell the aroma of female orgasm juices mixed with the pungent odor of Don’s thick jizz. The hot heated smell of great sex was its own aphrodisiac. Susan’s entire body relaxed back onto the cool softness of the bed, the pent up tension finally released in a mind blowing sexual extravaganza. “Wow,” she breathed. “Damn I needed that!”

“Oh yeah!” Don replied. “That was fantastic!” Lying sideways next to her, Don propped his head on one palm, arm bent at the elbow. His other hand softly stroked the heated skin of Susan’s side, causing her to flinch as her still overly sensitized nerves yelped at the touch.

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Smiling up at Don, Susan leaned up to plant a light kiss on his lips. Dropping her head back down she stretched luxuriantly, her back popping. “I gotta say, Amanda was right. You are a fantastic fuck.”

“Thanks. So are you. I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much before. Goddamn..” Don leaned over and nudged his nose and lips at the junction of her shoulder and neck, enjoying the salty taste of her perspiration. “You know, before she left, Amanda said I should date you. But, …, you know, my mom and your brother… It just seemed, well, weird I guess.”

“I know. Hell, I’ve wanted to jump your bones practically since we met. First there was Amanda, then Tom and Elayne.” Susan rolled over and looked at him. She stroked the strong line of his jaw with the backs of her fingers. “I never thought I’d be in bed with my step-nephew. But I’m sure not complaining.”

“Me neither. Still, having sex with my step-aunt… Fuck it! I sure as hell don’t regret it and I damn sure hope it happens again. You are the most gorgeously beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and I wanted from the first second I ever saw you.” Laughing, Don teased a fingertip over a nipple, the skin there tightening against him. “Hell, every guy in high school wanted to get in your pants.”

Susan sighed. “Yeah. I know. Sometimes that really sucked, you know. I always wanted a guy to want, well, me… Not just a blonde bombshell. I wanted a guy to see that I was more that just physically attractive.”

“Trust me, you’re much more than just another pretty face. You’re smart, you’re kind…, and Goddamn Hot!” Don laughed.

“So, what now?” Susan queried. “You’re leaving in a couple of weeks for Gainesville.”

“Yeah.” Flexing his arm, Don thought about his upcoming move. “Gonna pitch with the Gators. Damn. Who’d have ever believed it?”

“I would. So would your mother. She always knew you’d make it.” Susan chuckled. “Besides, what you said about every guy in school wanting in my panties…, the same goes for you.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Oh come on Don. You were the star pitcher. You led McKinley to three district championships for God’s sake. Every girl in school drooled over you. To top that off, you were modest and a knight in shining armor. What you did for Amanda when that asshole was talking crap about her had girls creaming their jeans for weeks.”

“You mean Jerome? What a dick.”

“Yeah. That shiner you gave him was a real beaut.”

“Asshole deserved it. Talking trash about Amanda like that. When I saw her face…” Don trailed off. “You know, I really cared for her.”

“I know. She really cares for you too. She’s just more aware of the reality of relationships than most girls her age.”

“What do you mean?”

“Amanda knew you two weren’t going to be permanent. She knew that when she left, the best thing for both of you was to part friends.”

“She told me she met a great guy a couple of months back. I guess I’m happy for her.”

“You should be.” Susan took in the far away whimsical expression on Don’s face. His eyes were lost in memory and thoughts of what could have been. “Don, you know she never cheated on you. Amanda is a one guy at a time girl. She just knows when it’s time for it to be a different guy.”

“Yeah, and it was sure fantastic while it lasted.” Shaking off his reverie, Don smiled. His face lit up with the joy that shone from his soul. “Well, I hope she’s happy. But, what about us?” Don rolled over onto his back and placed his hands on his stomach.

Susan swallowed as her eyes were drawn to the sight of his penis rolling over to lay flaccid on one muscular thigh. Even without being actually erect the size of Don’s organ was impressive. A twinge from her abdomen let her know that her body was still sifting erotic possibilities. “Well, as we said, you’re heading off to baseball stardom at U of F. College coeds, sorority girls. You’ll have so much pussy chasing you you won’t know which way is up.”

“Maybe, but, um,… I gotta say I feel something special with you. I know it’s weird and all but, there it is.”

“Well, nephew mine. Let’s see what develops. There’s always Thanksgiving, Christmas and Spring break. Who knows: If you play your cards right I may just keep you on retainer to periodically trim my problem bush. After all, you did one hell of a job today.”

Grinning, Don stroked Susan’s flat abdomen. His dick stirred as he felt her react to his touch. As his dick began rising once more, Don laughed. “Trimming Aunt Susan’s Bush. Sounds like a job with great benefits.”