Finger Fuck Aunt Becky while we eat
From Torg Adventure
I pulled my hand out of Erin’s snatch and presented it to Molly who readily sucked my sister’s cum from my fingers. Molly moaned as she drank her girlfriend’s pussy juice and Erin moaned at the rush of air. We quickly tried to cover what we were doing to avoid another ass chewing from Mom.
“I dare you to finger-fuck Aunt Becky through dinner,” Erin said, still trying to calm herself down, her voice wavering as her breathing returned to normal. I looked at her with mock surprise on my face. I figured Becky would be up for it, but I knew Mom wouldn’t want us fucking around in public. The place looked nice, but I just hoped that it had long table cloths.
“No problem,” I said, still trying to figure out how to do it. “What if I can’t…”
“Then,” Molly broke in as we piled out of the van, “you’ll be her sex slave for the entire vacation.”
I wanted to ask ‘Erin’s or Aunt Becky’s?’ but I decided against it. My dick was still hard as iron and I was walking like I had a broken leg trying to keep the thing hidden and still walk without crushing it or my rapidly filling balls.
Becky caught up to us and Mom headed back to the car to retrieve her forgotten purse.
“That was so fucking hot,” Becky hissed, sliding in behind Erin and me, breathing her words into both of our ears. “And you,” she said sliding behind Molly. Molly squeaked unexpectedly and I looked at her, noticing that the front of her dress was moving at her crotch where my Aunt’s fingers were stroking her slit. “You three are one hot fucking number. Did I hear it right that you’re playing Truth or Dare?”
“Oh yesss,” Molly moaned. I could hear her pussy splashing around Becky’s fingers for an instant before we all heard Mom’s door slam. Becky pulled out of Molly’s snatch, eliciting a pouting moan from her and she moved to the side of Erin, her arm laid across my and Erin’s shoulders. She wiped Molly’s fresh pussy juice across my face, leaving glistening streaks in the pale light of the parking lot.
“I want to play, too,” Becky said quietly.
“You’re in,” Erin and I said simultaneously.
“As a matter of fact,” I said quietly, keeping an ear open for Mom’s approaching strides, “you’re the next bet. Erin dared me to finger fuck you through the entire meal,” I finished.
“Bran, it doesn’t count if you tell her….” Erin whined.
“Says fucking who?” Becky said a little louder than she had intended. Mom finally caught up to us and she stood on the other side of Molly. I couldn’t believe she could smell anything but creaming cunt but she gave no sign if she did.
“Who says fucking what?” Mom asked, her curious anger coming out loud and clear.
“Erin here says that all her friends are saying that Obama will make a better president than Clinton. Fucking Bullshit,” Becky said, giving Erin’s ass a little spank. I didn’t feel it return to our shoulders so I just assumed she kept it there. Erin shuddered a little under me and I glanced back, seeing our Aunt’s fingers playing under the raised hem of my sister’s dress.
“Cheating fucker,” Erin said into my ear, her tongue snaking out to lick my ear lobe. “You’d better make her cum,” she said whispering again.
We separated and went inside the restaurant, the doorman holding it open as his eyes greedily devoured the parade of tits and ass before him. Aunt Becky and I were last in line and she stopped me in front of the door man, grabbing my cock through my pants. Making sure she was talking loud enough for only the doorman and I to hear she leaned up to my ear and started nibbling at as she said, “I think we can find something better than your fingers to fuck your dear old Aunt with for the entire meal. I don’t think you need to worry about making me cum, either. I’m so fucking hot after watching you finger your sister and her girlfriend I could cum just by showing this guy my pussy.
“Dare,” I said devilishly. We both looked around, and aside from Molly who had turned around to see what the hold-up was, there were only us three outside. Becky turned around and lifted the hem of her dress, showing her bald pussy to the doorman. I looked down and saw it was drenched in her juices, as were the upper half of her thighs. Becky spread herself 4 feet from the doorman, lifting her right leg up, then stretching it straight up, doing the splits while she was standing still, leaning against me. My fingers found her pussy and three of them sank in easily. Her heat was intense; so much hotter than the two younger girls I’d just been fingering.
“Oh fuck yes….” She panted, her hips wiggling against my fingers. “More,” she moaned. My pinky joined the other fingers in her pussy and I felt her walls stretch as I sank in past my knuckles, pushing as deep as I could in her convulsing pussy. My thumb hit her clit and that did it; she gushed down her legs, coating the ground, her legs, and my hand in a fresh gush of her steaming hot cum. She whipped her head around and bit my shoulder hard to muffle the sound of her screaming moans as she kept cuming and twitching on my hand buried in her snatch.
After a few seconds, she calmed down enough to stand and she lowered her leg. I pulled my hand out of her cunt with a wet pop and she walked on shaky legs into the restaurant. Neither one of us looked back at the doorman, but I imagined his mouth was still dropped dead open and his eyes were bugging out of his head, just as they were when we turned away from him.
“I think we can find something better than your fingers to make me cum, sweetie,” Becky said, her breath still coming fast and shallow. We were in the restaurant, following three sexy, swaying asses and two other sets of glistening thighs and we both looked around the nicely set tables. “Oh honey. That. I want you to fuck me with that,” Becky said, pointing at…
Becky is pointing at...
