Chapter 14
It was obvious to Ellen that Ronnie was enjoying himself immensely.
They lay down together, and then she got to talking curiously.
"Tell me who you're going to be meeting," she demanded.
"Does it make any difference?" he asked her.
"To me it doesn't," she said. "I don't want you to get into bad company."
"It's Tamra," he said. "Do you know a girl named Tamra?"
"Yes I do," she said. "Tamra comes from the finest family on the beach."
"Well, she's the girl that I'm crazy about," he told her.
Reaching down, she began stroking on his cock once more.
His hands began playing with her bottom as he contemplated the thought of sticking it up her tight ass-hole.
Now his hands were all over her ass as he decided how much fun it would be to fuck her.
She went to the bathroom and brought back a tube of surgical jelly.
Taking some of the surgical jelly he squeezed some of it into his hand. He marveled at how slick it was. In a moment or two, his entire penis was well oiled and ready.
Grasping her ass-cheeks, he slowly eased his well oiled cock into her ass-hole.
The cock stabbed into her ass-hole. He enjoyed it as she twisted around.
He drove forward with a hard, driving jab.
The cock stabbed in there savagely. He rode in there in vigorous, hard movements. She was enjoying it now more every moment. Bending over, he began playing with her bosoms. He grasped her bosoms with his full hands and squeezed them. She twisted around as she felt the pleasure surfacing in her breasts.
Hank let his pecker stab in there in sudden, urgent drives.
One hand moved from her bosoms down to her vagina. He slipped a couple of fingers up there while he stabbed his cock into her savagely.
She realized that the previous lessons he had had with Cynthia and with her when it came to ass fucking had given him some good information on how to make a woman happy.
She twisted her ass around and he went on stabbing it in there.
He was perspiring and so was she. As their sweaty bodies slapped together, more pleasure was added to their wild, uninhibited fucking.
She kept her tail twisting and her ass muscles clutching at his stabbing cock. She loved the feel of his sweaty balls bouncing on her behind.
He stabbed in there with hard urgency. Suddenly the huge penis exploded. She ground her hips around as s he felt him shooting into her.
The pleasure was almost overpowering now, as she felt herself juicing as his fingers worked on her love button. The hot spray trickled down her inner thigh as he shot his gun off high up in her rectum.
She ground her hips around and squeezed tightly, milking his cock as he finished fucking her ass.
Slipping his fingers out of her vagina, he then eased his penis out of her ass-hole.
He flipped over and lay there on the bed, perfectly relaxed and completely satisfied.
As he lay there, he began reminiscing.
"You've really taught me a lot about screwing, Aunt Ellen."
"Is that good or bad?" she asked him bluntly.
"Well, it's good of course," he told her. "I'm really glad that you had the nerve to teach me. There's nothing wrong for two people enjoying themselves."
"I'm just glad you feel that way, darling," she said.
He took her hand in his and squeezed it. She looked up at him, and a blaze of happiness swept across her face. He spotted it instantly, and asked her confidentially:
"Am I a good fucker?"
"Oh yes, Ronnie," she nodded. "You really are. I've been loved by every man in town. But none of them could hold a candle to the way you fucked me."
"What makes me so good?" he smiled.
"Well, baby," she said, "for one thing you're fresh. You're not jaded or stale like a lot of them are. You put a lot of enthusiasm into it, and you're uninhibited, you want to try everything."
Young Ronnie's lips pressed down hard on her lips. It was not an extreme kiss, as a matter-of-fact it was rather a crude, immature kiss. He pressed so hard it made her teeth hurt. Nevertheless it was a sincere kiss and this was what gave it meaning and beauty. She pressed back. Her arms went around his neck and then her lips opened.
His tongue slipped inside her mouth. And she let her tongue flip gently under his tongue as she taught him how to French kiss.
His chest crushed on her breast and he loved the sensation of her soft flowing breasts pressing against him. And then his arms wrapped around her and he held her tight to his body.
She appreciated the love that he had displayed and spoken to her about. It made her feel good to hear him speak kindly to her. At least he wasn't holding it against her for her passionate desires to engage in sexual intercourse with him in a variety of ways.
For a long moment she thought about Ronnie planning on seeing Tamra. The last thing she wanted to do was tear him away from her. Yet she didn't like the idea of them doing things on the beach at night. It would be dark and dangerous. She knew he had no money to go to a motel, and she was perplexed as to where he would find a place where he could have sex with Tamra.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked her.
"I was thinking about you," she said. "Thinking about you and Tamra. Where are you going to make it with her?"
"We'll find a place," he told her.
"Like where?" she asked seriously.
"Well, I fucked her in the cove this afternoon," he said.
"I know where that is," she said. "It's a dangerous place to do it. Anyone can see you during the day and at night it would be terribly dangerous. Somebody could come in there and kill you both."
"I'm not afraid," he said.
"Well, sometimes it's good to be afraid," she said.
"I don't know where the hell I'll fuck her," he said.
"You could come here," she said. "You could come right here. I'll make it a point to be gone."
"Would you let me, Aunt Ellen?" he asked her eagerly.
"Why not?" she said, looking dreamily off.
"That's mighty big of you," he said. "You could be jealous and not want to help me."
"I could be," she said, "but I really love you, and I want you to be happy. If making Tamra is going to make you happy, I want to help you to be happy."
"You sure got the right attitude," he told her. "I can tell you that."
It was obvious to him that she wished him well.
"Thanks an awful lot," he said. "You don't know how much this means to me."
Bending over, he began sucking on her breast. She loved the feeling of his lips fastened to her nipple.
While he would suck on one breast, he would massage the other. She loved the beautiful sensations his tongue was generating in her.
"Oh, Ronnie honey," she said, "I'll never do anything to stand in your way of happiness. Never. You and Tamra can have a wonderful time here. But you must not let her know that I know. You can simply say that I've gone for the evening. For if it got back to her father that I approve of such a match, he would really read me the riot act. He could be such a bastard."
He move from one breast to the other and then his hands slid all over her body. She loved the silken feeling of his hands sliding over her.
"Oh honey," she told him, "I love you so much."
It was obvious to him that she did indeed love him.
"Don't think I don't think a lot of you," he assured her.
She cradled his head in her hands and they fell asleep in this position.
The next morning, as the dawn streaked the gray horizon the light fell on his face and he looked like such a young child that for a moment she felt guilty over the fact that she had had anything to do with him at all.
She looked at his sensuous young lips and thought about how they had pressed hard against her. Then, she looked at his eyes which were closed now. And she couldn't help wanting to kiss them. Bending over she gently kissed his eyes.
He woke drowsily and looked at her.
"What time is it?" he asked her.
"I don't know baby," she said. "I was just looking at you as the sun came up this morning, and you looked so handsome to me.
He asked her to brush her bosoms over his face and she gladly accommodated him. As she let her breasts sway over his face, he licked at them with his tongue.
"Sweetheart," she smiled, "I love the way you nibble on my breasts. There is something so exciting and thrilling about the way you use your teeth. You have a way of making love like no man I've ever had sex with. It's more gentle, more sensitive."
He was proud to hear her talk this way and he went on licking her breasts, enjoying nibbling. However he made it a point never to bear down too hard with his teeth. She appreciated this fact, for it added to the delight.