Her Infinite Delight

So kneeling on the low ottoman and throwing her clothes over her back, she exposed all the glories of that most splendid backside and dazzled my sight with its huge magnificence and ivory-like surface, perfectly milk-white, the pureness of which was equally perceptible through the rich light curly hair that spread bush-like between her legs, and wandering beautifully upwards between the cheeks of the enormous orbs, stole round the charming corrugated aperture that I was about to penetrate, the rosy circle of which appeared all too small to admit my very large virile member.

I threw myself on my knees, and first licking out the wide open lips of her wondrously fine cunt and taking care to pay my respects to the small knob of her indurated clitoris, I transferred all my attention to the smaller and most charming orifice.

After kissing it most lovingly, I thrust my tongue in as far as it would go and rolled it about to her infinite delight, while with my left hand below, I kept pressing and frigging at her excited clitoris.

She wriggled her glorious backside in all the agonies of the delicious excitement until she spent most profusely, actually hurting my tongue with the tightness of the squeeze her sphincter muscle gave as she poured down her plentiful discharge over my chin and neck.

In her grand excitement and wild with the fury of her lust, she cried out.

"Oh! Fuck me, my darling, and shove your glorious prick into my bottom hole. Oh! Fuck—fuck—fuck me directly!"

Inwardly delighted at this natural outbreak of her passions, naming matters by their more appropriate terms, I replied by acts, without any words at the moment.

It may well be imagined that I was myself in the most rampant fury of desire.

So, bringing my raging prick up to her magnificently large cunt, all foaming as it was with her recent discharge, I plunged with a furious bound up to the codpiece at once.

She met my forward lunge with a backward push and a cry of delighted satisfaction.

I moved a few times in and out so that my prick was white with the foam of her delicious cunt.

Then, suddenly withdrawing, I presented it at the entrance of the more secret temple of Venus and more gently pushed it home.

She helped me with outthrust buttocks and outward straining of the entrance, so that I most charmingly glided slowly into the glowing furnace that was awaiting with such lascivious desire to engulf and devour my longed-for prick.

For, as I have before observed, my dear aunt was gluttonous of a bottom-fuck after being so fucked in cunt as I had already served her.

It was so deliriously tight and hot that I lay in the exquisite rapture of complete insertion for some minutes.

I had seen my aunt's arm move in a manner to convince me she was frigging her own clitoris; in fact, the movement of her hand frigging herself was felt by my codpiece.

I let her continue, until, finding by the involuntary wriggling of her bottom that she was about again to spend, I aided her with my prick and had hardly made many moves before she poured down another tribute of lust, with a squeal of delight, and with such pressure on my prick as nearly drove him at once to a similar discharge.

I did my best and succeeded in not following suit.

My aunt was insatiable, and I was glad to let her spend as often as possible, and I so managed matters that she spent again before joining me in the final crisis, which seized us together, and we died away in joyous cries of thoroughly, though momentarily, satisfied desire.

I sank on that magnificent back as the languor that followed the ecstatic moment overtook me, but it was only for a short time.

The exquisite internal pressures that my amorous and glorious aunt was exercising on my delighted prick were too exciting not to rapidly produce a reaction; nonetheless, it was in such a delicious retreat as the pleasure-giving aperture of that gloriously exciting backside.

I was lying down on her broad back, so passing one hand around to her large but firm bubby, I took its nipple between my fingers.

The other hand sought the knob of her still-stiff clitoris.

I was excited both while making a very gentle move with my hardly fully standing prick.

I felt at once how this gratified her; indeed, she often afterwards assured me that such frigging, with the movement of the softened prick gently working within her, was most exciting and almost better than when it was in full force.

I soon made her spend again. Another of her delights was to have a stiff prick shove away into her the instant after she had spent, when she herself was at the moment incapable of action on her part.

She in the after-days proved that her greatest pleasure was to have a fresh-standing prick near, to take the place of one that had made her spend and had spent itself, and have it thrust into her with all the vigor and lust the sight of the previous fucking had inspired and fired it with.

At this moment, as I had not spent it, it was the exact counterpart her libidinous imagination could have desired.

I fucked and figged on until we both gave down in cries of joy our united tribute to Venus. We both sank this time down on the couch in utter forgetfulness of all but the ecstatic bliss with which we were overcome.

We long lay soaking in all the delightful sensations of my adorable aunt's convulsive clutchings of my prick, with her delicious close pressures excited.

At last, she begged me to withdraw, although she could feel me now restiffening under the delights of that exquisite interior.

I would fain have recommenced.

"You must not, my dear boy; it is more than nature can support, and I must consider your youth; you have delighted me even beyond previous delights—rise then, my love, and let me embrace, thank, and love you as I shall always do."