AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is total fiction. The characters do not exist nor are they meant to portray anyone who does or ever did. The story is ADULT in nature. That means it's porn, boys and girls, and therefore not meant to be read by persons under the age of at least 18 years. If you don't fall into this category, GO AWAY! NOW! Go read Dick, Jane and Sally and leave the adult stories to ADULTS! One more thing, if you don't like descriptions of explicit hard-core nasty sex, you too can go read Dick, Jane and Sally. One reviewer complained about my stories being nasty. To you I say; "NO SHIT?" Just what did you expect to find on a website dedicated to erotica? Mathematical formulae? To the rest of you, please enjoy. Feedback is welcomed both positive and negative.
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COOKIES WITH BINNY'S TEA
Part 2 of Davie and Trina's story
Hello again! My name is David. Davie to my Aunt Trina, my mother's much younger stepsister. Best friends since before I could remember, Trina and I hooked up and became lovers when I got out of the military. I had gone to her house the day I came home for good, and to my surprise and great delight Trina jumped my happy bones and fucked me into oblivion for hours. Then, just to throw ice water on the situation, she called my mother, Binny over for tea so she could tell her that she wanted me to move in. To be honest, I really expected mom to explode in justifiable rage, after all it was her only sister I was banging even if they weren't blood sisters. It had to be disturbing for her, so I was shocked when she thought about it for about ten seconds and merely said; "Okay. You're both grownups. It's not like you're related by blood, so if you want to fornicate with each other, go ahead. You don't need my permission."
Before my stuff was officially unpacked at my parent's house, it was shoved back into my duffle bags and I was moved in with Trina. My dad said that he was surprised we hadn't done that a long time ago. Said he could see this coming a mile down the road. Somehow I think mom could too. I seemed to be the only one who didn't see it as being inevitable.
So here I am, three months later, and Trina is killing me with her sexual demands. I've lost ten pounds, mostly in the form of cum I think, and Trina isn't showing any signs of slowing down. I have a job that I go to every day, which gives me some time to rest, but even that isn't always a given.
One afternoon Trina showed up at the office and told my boss she needed to see me privately on an urgent family matter. My boss, being the kind, politically correct type, ushered us into an enclosed office and said he hoped it would suffice. I doubt that he had gotten three feet from the door before Trina had shed her long coat revealing the total lack of clothing underneath. She began ripping at my pants, her lips planted on mine while she unhooked my belt and unzipped and unbuttoned me in what seemed like one fluid motion.
Without saying more than "Hello lover," she had my cock in her mouth and was sucking me like it was the only food she'd had in a week. Once my cock was sufficiently wet, Trina turned her back to me and threw one knee onto the conference table. I grabbed her hips and eased my cock into that sweet, sweet cunt of hers and began to slowly fuck her the way she likes it. Usually quite vocal when she climaxes, I fervently hoped for a quiet orgasm from Trina. I really liked this job and being fired for fucking under false pretenses just didn't seem like it would look all that good on a resume`. Trina's hands gripped the edge of the table, her head almost resting on the Formica while I listened to her moans of delight.
"Davie, cum in my mouth. Less to clean up," she gasped between groans.
I love the way she thinks sometimes, and so that's just what I did. We stayed in that office for over an hour while Trina and I fucked like rabbits.
2
Last Tuesday I got home a little later than usual, expecting to hear Trina bitch about it cutting into her sex time. She doesn't actually bitch about it, but she likes to make me think she's bitching. It's a game with her. Anyway, I hang my coat up in the closet, kick off my shoes, and dump my briefcase on the floor. No sound. Nothing. Usually I get a greeting of some kind from Trina even if it's just a "Hey!" to let me know that she knows I'm home.
"Aunt Trina?" I called. She doesn't like it when I call her Aunt Trina anymore; she says it sounds a little weird now that we're lovers. Still, no answer. The door was unlocked and there was a light on in the house, so I know she's home. I'm starting to get that bad feeling that something is radically uncool when, from the bedroom, I hear a muffled voice that sounds like candy-coated sugar.
"Daaaavie! Come here and look at this!" It's not Trina's voice, but it sounds very familiar, like someone I used to ... Oh, shit! I know that voice. I make a beeline for the bedroom and crack open the door. There on the bed, with her head between Trina's legs is Haley, my All American Cheerleader Girl, moaning and panting. The insanely hot virgin that I dated for two years in high school, the one I could never touch beyond a feel through her sweater, the one that dumped my ass as soon as she got to college. The girl who never failed to get my dick hard every time I thought about her. That Haley. I notice that the reason I didn't hear from Trina is because her mouth appeared to be glued to Haley's vagina, and she was sweating profusely.
I know her facial expressions well enough to know that she has climaxed several times already; she has that maniacal look about her that she gets during really great sex, so I figure they've been at this for a while. That, and her favorite dildo sticking out of her dripping pussy were good signs. Very erotic to watch. Trina lets Haley's ass cheek loose with one hand and waves to me. At least she knows I'm home.
"Sweet," I said. "For two years you won't let me touch you, but the minute my back is turned you're fucking my innocent Aunt Trina. Very nice indeed!"
"I was a late bloomer. So sue me. The longer you spend crying like a girl about it the less time you have to fuck us both. Get undressed, David."
Suddenly I was over being pissed off at Haley for dumping me. Go figure, eh? She scooted up onto her elbows, exposing those fabulous round breasts I had only touched by proxy. They were as beautiful as I had always thought they would be. Perfect pink nipples thrust out from firm orbs of female flesh. I could almost feel my cock being trapped between them. I shed my business suit, tossing it with no little abandon into the corner, and climb onto the bed, my thoroughly hard cock two inches from Haley's open mouth.
"What, you're going to make me beg to suck you off?" she asks when I make no further move to violate her. "Put that beautiful piece of meat in my mouth."
"Say you're sorry for dumping me," I said. Okay, so I wasn't quite over being pissed off. I grabbed a handful of that thick blond hair and pulled her head up, forcing her to look at me. I could feel the old promises of revenge I made after she dumped me taking over my brain.
"I am sorry, David. I wish you had been my first, I truly do," she said, and I believed her. She wrapped her warm fingers around my balls and pulled me closer to her open mouth.
Now I was over it! I pulled her head forward and slid my cock into her warm mouth, grabbed her jaw with my other hand and began to literally fuck her face. Her teeth lightly scraped my skin, her tongue dancing off of the shaft like the beating of a butterfly wing. In three seconds I'm groaning in ecstasy, sliding my cock deep into her willing throat while she kneads my rapidly expanding ball sack. Little virgin Haley has become quite the accomplished cocksucker, taking my entire rod into her throat, groaning in delight as it slid into her. She pulled at my balls, holding me close to her, and I could feel her tongue slide all around the shaft of my cock.
I remember thinking about how she and Trina differed in their techniques. I know, what a stupid thing to think of when your cock is deep in some hot woman's throat, but let's face it, we do, don't we guys? We think about shit like that. Where Trina is more urgent, a little more aggressive in her sucking, Haley was gentle, light. Soft touches and less vacuum. Both of them drove me crazy, but in different ways. Suddenly, I felt a pressure between my ass cheeks, and I notice Haley's other arm snaking around my waist. I relax as much as I can, and she slides Trina's dildo into my ass, in and out, fucking me with it in time to my strokes into her throat. Oh joy, the girl's got rhythm! Style too. Her fingers gently slid up and down the shaft of my cock on the out strokes, the tips tapping at the veins. I have no idea where she learned that cute trick, but it felt nice so I wasn't about to ask.
"Pick a tune, Davie," she said, pulling her face away from me.
"What?"
