The space between one breath and the next was all it took. A frantic, delicious scramble of fabric sliding over feverish skin, of buttons yielding under urgent fingers. My shirt was a forgotten whisper on the floor, my trousers a puddled heap at my feet. Across from me, Aunt Kate performed her own symphony of undressing. The elegant zip of her dress hissed down its track, a sound that seemed to scream of liberation. The delicate snap of her bra clasp giving way was a gunshot signaling the start of a carnal war. She shrugged the lace and silk from her shoulders, and it all fluttered down to join the textile carnage on my floor.
My breath hitched in my throat, a sharp, involuntary gasp. "Goddamn, Kate," I exhaled, the words husky and laden with pure, unadulterated awe.
"You're… fucking hot."
And she was. It was a truth that went beyond mere observation; it was a physical blow to my senses. Her face, a perfect mirror of the Hollywood starlet's, was now the least remarkable thing about her. Her body was a masterpiece of impossible, voluptuous geometry. A pair of natural, giant breasts, perfectly round and balloon-like, defied all laws of physics and gravity, standing proud and tipped with dusky, pebbled peaks that begged for worship. They flowed into a waist so sinfully slim my hands ached to span it. And below… below was a spectacle that could make a saint sin. A giant, bubble-like ass, round and high and perfectly sculpted, supported by a set of smooth, powerful thighs that spoke of hidden strength. She wasn't just a woman; she was a living, breathing sex doll, crafted by some depraved and generous god, and she was all mine.
She stepped closer, her naked body radiating heat, and cupped my face in her hands. "You're not so bad yourself, my love," she murmured, her British accent thickening with desire.
Then she began to shower me with kisses. Not hungry, desperate kisses, but loving, worshipping ones. They peppered my jaw, my cheeks, my closed eyelids—each one a soft, warm promise.
"Mmm, Sael, my darling," she breathed against my skin between kisses.
"I had a lovely, illuminating chat with your mother." Kiss. "She told me everything." Kiss. "How you've so… thoroughly… and rightfully…" Kiss. "…claimed her." Kiss.
"And dear Aunt Vera." Kiss. "And even your Grandmama Nadia." Kiss. "And your sweet sister, Emily." She pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, her own sparkling with mischief and understanding.
"Which just leaves my Bella as the last woman in the house who hasn't had her turn. Isn't that right, my love?"
My hands had found their way to her magnificent breasts, the flesh impossibly soft and yielding under my possessive grip. I molded them, kneaded them, my thumbs circling her taut nipples.
"Yes," I groaned, my voice rough. "That's right."
"Ah! Mmm, just like that, honey," she moaned, arching her back into my touch.
"And as much as my entire body is screaming for you to take me right this instant, I cannot just jump the queue so easily. It's simply not what a proper family does…. There's an order to these things." Her words were noble, but the way she ground her hips against my thigh betrayed her true, desperate need.
"Even so," she continued, her breath catching as I pinched a nipple gently, "now that I am officially your girlfriend… ah!… I believe I also deserve to be pleased. And I rightfully have to please my man in return, don't I?"
I chuckled, a low, dark sound. "Sounds like we're in a bit of a dilemma, Aunt Kate."
A devilish, glorious smile spread across her flawless face. Her eyes, once warm, now glittered with cunning lust.
"Yes, honey, a most delicious dilemma…. But that doesn't mean there aren't any…" she leaned in, her lips brushing my ear as she whispered, "…loopholes."
In one fluid, breathtaking motion, she turned away from me. She placed her palms flat on the cool, cluttered surface of my PC desk, the monitors flickering with idle light. She then bent forward, her spine curving into a perfect, inviting arch that presented her phenomenal ass to me like an offering on a platter. She reached back with one hand, spreading a perfect, smooth cheek to reveal the hidden, pink pucker nestled within. She looked over her shoulder, her expression a mix of pure filth and unwavering love.
"Fuck me in the ass, Honey," she said, her voice steady and clear, devoid of any shame.
"That is the loophole….".
The sight was so profoundly hot, so unexpectedly lewd coming from her elegant mouth, that my cock, already iron-hard, throbbed with a painful, demanding pulse. She was offering me everything, holding nothing back, finding a way to be mine completely without stepping on any other toes. It was the most ingenious, erotic thing I had ever witnessed.
"Fuck, Kate, I love you!" The declaration was ripped from my chest, raw and primal. My hand connected with the lush, bouncing globe of her right buttock in a sharp, stinging crack—PAH!—that echoed in the room. A bright red handprint bloomed instantly on her perfect, pale skin.
"PAH!! Ah! I know, Honey!" she cried out, not in pain, but in jubilation.
"I've been ready for this… since you first slapped my ass that day… I've been wearing a butt plug for you, honey… dreaming of this… now claim it! Claim your loophole!" To emphasize her point, she shook her ass, a mesmerizing, circular dance that made the flesh jiggle.
My cock slid naturally into the deep, warm valley between her juicy cheeks, the tip nudging against her tight, hidden star.
"Good girl," I growled, my voice dripping with approval.
"That is exactly how I like my women…. Prepared... Willing. Eager." The knowledge that she had been secretly preparing her most intimate place for me, walking around all day with a plug nestled inside her, made her a thousand times hotter.
I realized I had no lube. But Aunt Kate, ever the problem-solver, dropped to her knees before me. "Allow me, my love," she purred, before taking my entire length into her hot, wet mouth.
"SHLURP!!! …GULP! …SUCK!!!." The sounds were obscene and magnificent. She worked me with a sloppy, eager expertise, coating every inch of my shaft with her saliva, her tongue swirling around the head, dipping into the slit.
"MMMMPH… GLLKK…" She looked up at me with wide, submissive eyes, and I knew I was the luckiest man alive.
"Get up, baby, it's time…" Dripping with her spit, I stood behind her once more. One hand settled on her impossibly thin waist, feeling the muscles tense beneath my grip. The other guided my thick, fat, and painfully long cock, lining it up with her now-glistening, squirming asshole. I applied pressure.
"AHHH!!! Ugh! Honey! Slowly… AHHH!!! please… your cock is… it's too big… AHHHHHHHH!!!" Kate groaned, a sound of pained pleasure as her body fought to accept the invasion.
"Fuck, Kate! Your ass is so fucking tight!" I moaned through clenched teeth. The ring of muscle at her entrance was a vise, a blistering-hot, silken fist clenching just the tip of my cock with unbelievable pressure.
"Ahhh! FUCK!!! Just… do it! Put everything in! Please, Honey!" she begged, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the edge of my desk for dear life.
I pushed, a slow, relentless, forward thrust of my hips. Her body yielded, stretching, burning, accepting me. And then, with one final, deep, brutal slam, I buried my entire cock to the hilt inside her.
"KKKHHH!!!"
"PAH!! AHHH!! HONEY!!!" Kate's scream was one of pure, unadulterated ecstasy mixed with the shock of being so utterly filled. As I bottomed out inside her, her body convulsed. A torrent of her own release gushed from her pussy,
"AAAAAEEEEIIII!!!!! SSpppurrrtt!!! SQUIRT!!, SQQQUUIIRRTT!!!!" hitting the floor beneath us in a transparent, pulsating stream.
"Fuck! Kate! You're so goddamn tight!" I roared. A deep, guttural moan was torn from me as her rectal walls adapted, gripping my entire length in a rhythmic, milking squeeze that felt like heaven itself, trying desperately and failing to push my invading cock out.
I began to move. PAH! My hips drew back and then slammed home, my flesh meeting hers in a wet, percussive slap.
"AHH!" Kate cried out with every powerful thrust. PAH! Another brutal impact.
"AHH!" Another choked scream of pleasure.
"Honey, your cock is… ahhh!… so good! It's so deep!" she slurred, her voice drunk on pleasure, her head lolling between her shoulders.
"PAH! PAH! Fuck, Kate! Take my cock! Take all of it, you greedy slut!" I shouted, lost in the heat of the ecstasy. I brought my hand down on her ass again,
"SMACK!!!, SLAP!!!" imprinting my possession on her flesh anew.
"Yes, Honey! Yes! Give it to me! Give me that giant cock! Imprint your slut girlfriend's asshole with it! Brand me from the inside! AHH!!!" she shouted, her eyes rolling back into her head as she drowned in a sea of sensation, her body shuddering around me.
"That's right! FUCK! I am marking your ass, Kate! It's mine! I'm cumming!" I bellowed, feeling the undeniable, electric build-up coiling at the base of my spine, ready to erupt.
"YES, HONEY! CUM IN ME! Fill my ass! PLEASE!" she begged, her voice cracking with raw need.
With a final, animalistic roar, I grabbed her waist with both hands, pulled her hips back onto me, and slammed myself as deep as humanly possible into her burning depths. PAH!
"SPURRTT!!! SPPURRTT!!! SPPUUURRRTTT!!!"
Thick, voluminous shots of my seed launched deep into her bowels. Rope after rope of hot cum painted her insides, a claiming so profound I saw stars.
"UOOOOHH!! YES! FILL ME UP! HONEY!! AHH!!" Kate moaned incoherently, her whole-body shuddering and trembling violently against me, her ass muscles clenching and milking every last drop from my pulsing cock as I kept pumping, unloading the entirety of my essence into her willing, accepting body.
I sat on the edge of my rumpled bed, my body humming with a satisfying, deep exhaustion. The air in the room was thick with the musky, intimate scent of sex and sweat. Aunt Kate was on her knees on the floor between my legs, her head bobbing gently.
Her lips were wrapped around my softening, oversensitive cock, cleaning me with tender, affectionate sucks. "SUCK… MMMPH… SLURP."
"Sppurrt! Ahh…" she murmured, pulling off with a soft, wet pop.
"You cum so much, my love, I felt like I was getting pregnant through my arse. Mhmmm!" she cheekily said before diving back down. SUCK!
I looked down at her. Her stomach was indeed slightly, adorably bloated from the three consecutive loads I'd deposited deep within her. Each time, I'd fucked her ass with a relentless, possessive energy, until we were both spent and sweating. Now, her well-used asshole was sexily gaping open, a swollen, pink rosebud that continuously leaked out thick, white streams of my cum, tracing a path down her inner thigh.
I gently caressed her hair, my fingers threading through the silken strands. "God, I love your mouth, Babe. Looking at you like this, with my cock in your mouth… you look absolutely perfect."
My words made her smile around my shaft, her eyes crinkling with happiness. She released me again. "I know, Honey," she said, nuzzling my thigh.
"I love it, too. Tomorrow… ooof… tomorrow I might not even be able to walk." She gave a breathy laugh and went back to her task, her tongue swirling lovingly.
"But you love it, right?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
She looked up, her gaze smoldering. "Every. Single. Second. Of. It." She enunciated each word with a kiss to my flesh. "Still," she added, a practical note in her voice,
"Next time, darling, we really must get more proper lube. With your… considerable size, I doubt any woman, no matter how willing, could ever truly get used to that."
I laughed, a contented, deep rumble. "Yep, definitely. And just think," I said, a sly grin spreading on my face. "I still have room to grow."
Her eyes went wide with a mixture of awe and terror. "Oh, fuck me," she breathed, a dazzling smile breaking through.
"I forgot about that. You're still so young." The promise in that statement, the potential of what was to come, hung in the air between us, as thick and potent as the scent of our union.