Chapter 4

For a long time Martin stood there on his knees behind his aunt's upturned buttocks. Sweat dripped into his eyes, stinging them with salt. He gazed with satisfaction at the sweetly rounded asscheeks pressed against his crotch, with his mammoth cock thrust between them. As the last throbs of his climax ebbed away, he watched jism trickle from Jacqui's overflowing asshole. It ran in white streams down the insides of her thighs.

The woman let out a luxurious sigh and rubbed her cheeks dreamily on the carpet. "That was nice," she purred. She wagged her butt slightly around the still-rigid spar of her nephew's cock. "When do we do it again?"

"Right away." Martin put his palms on the pale ass cheeks and pushed away. Inch by inch his giant prick came out of his aunt's ass, dripping with his come.

"Ahhhhhh," Jacqui said in satisfaction. "That feels good. It's been so long since I've had a cock in my ass."

With a little grunt of exertion, Martin pulled the rest of his prick out of her butt. It dangled between his hairy, muscular thighs, drooling jism. Spend leaked out of Jacqui's still-slackened asshole. He bent down and kissed it.

The taste of his own come was tart in his mouth as he pressed his lips to the woman's butthole. She moved her hips from side to side and pushed her trim ass back against his face.

"Oh -- ahhhhhhhh," she murmured as her nephew slipped his tongue up her butt. "That feels strange -- different. But nice, very nice."

Martin didn't hear her. He'd never eaten a woman's ass before. The sensation was unusual and delightful. Different, as his aunt had said. The small pucker of Jacqui's asshole was dry and rubbery. Her asshole itself, when he slid his tongue inside it, was tight and hot and slick with his come.

As he tongued her anus, he brought up a hand to cup her cunt bun, teasing a finger between her pendulous pussy lips. He was rewarded by a moan of pleasure and a cascade of hot sauce from his aunt's snatch that filled his hand.

Martin's tongue felt good up Jacqui's butt. It was as new an experience for her as for her randy nephew. Her sex life with her ex- husband had been rich and varied, before Jacqui had finally gotten fed up with his infidelity. He had enjoyed fucking his long-legged wife up the ass, but had never tried licking her butthole.

The blond youth eagerly swirled his tongue around inside his aunt's asshole till it was clean of his come. Then he sat up, licking his lips. From his knees he surveyed the naked exposure of Jacqui's back and butt.

"Hmmm," he said. Then he hauled back and gave the woman a stinging slap across her ass.

"Yipe!" Jacqui yelped. Her body straightened as she shot forward on the carpet. She lay on her stomach, panting. The tips of her tits burned from their rapid slide over the rough carpet.

"What's the big idea?" the nude woman demanded. She felt gingerly at her butt. Her skin was warm to the touch where her nephew's hand had landed.

The camera clicked again. "Just a new game I've thought up," Martin told her. "How long has it been since you've been spanked?"

It took Jacqui a few moments to catch what her nephew was getting at. Then she exploded in a fury of movement, pulling her legs and arms beneath her and trying to scuttle away from the muscular young man. That swat on the ass hurt, and while her nephew was a helluva good fuck, she had a feeling she wasn't going to care much for this new game of his.

Martin let his aunt get halfway to the stairs. Then in a few easy bounds he was on her. His strong arms wrapped around her wrist, he picked her up and hauled her kicking and struggling back into the room.

"Let me go!" Jacqui demanded. She was flushing hotly all over her naked body. Her toothsome tits were a fetching rosy hue. "Put me down this instant!"

Her nephew obeyed by dumping her unceremoniously on all fours beside the pool table. She tried to get up again, but then he was on top of her, straddling her, pinning her face down on the floor with his weight. She flailed and kicked and cried out indignantly. To her fury, all her exertions seemed to do was amuse her nephew. Laughing uproariously, he trapped both his aunt's slender wrists in one large hand. Then he picked up a nylon rope lying on the floor nearby and tied her wrists together with one end. The other he lashed to a stout leg of the pool table, leaving about a foot of play in the rope.

The weight came off of Jacqui's back. She rolled over. Her nephew was standing looking down at her with a look of satisfaction on his handsome face. His prick stuck out almost straight from the tawny tangle of his bush, she noted. "Wh-what are you going to do with me?" the naked, bound librarian asked her nephew quiveringly.

Martin's smile broadened. A wicked glitter came into his green eyes. "Why, I'm going to spank you," he said. "You've been a bad, bad girl."

At the look on Martin's face, Jacqui's pulse quickened with fear. Or was it more than that? Her dilated nostrils seemed to detect a fresh tang of pussy sauce in the air.

A sudden, strange feeling of coldness came over Jacqui. Was she getting turned on at the idea that her powerful, masculine nephew was about to spank her bare, defenseless buttocks? At the feel of having her wrists helplessly bound together by a nylon rope?

She didn't have much time to think about it. Martin plopped down beside her on the floor and hauled her effortlessly across his knee. "Wait, hold it," she pleaded. "Can't we reason this ou-OOOOOUUUUCH!"

Martin raised his hands from a white buttcheek blazing with the scarlet imprint of his palm. His hand stung from the force of the blow. He could feel his aunt quivering in his lap.

What was this feeling he had? His pulse pounded in his ears. He was extremely horny, all of a sudden, despite coming off spectacularly in his aunt's asshole not five minutes ago. He could feel the tip of his cock poking into Jacqui's soft belly. But it was more than mere lust he was feeling now. It was... power.

The camera clicked. He swung again, a looping overhand swat. "Yiiiiii!" Jacqui squealed. She jackknifed violently. Her long legs flashed in the air.

Again Martin hit her, and again. Then he was raining blows furiously on his aunt's upturned buttocks. With a sound like wet sails snapping in the wind, he spanked those luscious bare asscheeks for all he was worth.

Jacqui was crying and pleading with him to stop. The tears ran freely down her face. The rope was rubbing her wrists raw, but showed no signs of giving way. She was trapped, despite her struggles.

Heat radiated from the upturned ass. The once-snowy hills of ass flesh glowed a deep cherry red. It seemed to the aroused youth that he could feel the smarting in his aunt's abused ass.

Sweat streamed down his face. His muscles were getting sore from his relentless onslaught on Jacqui's ass. She bounced around in his lap, flopping and squirming with the pain.

Sweat-covered flesh slid over sweat-covered flesh. Martin became aware of something else. From somewhere cool wetness was running down onto one bare thigh.

His nostrils, spread wide to drink huge breaths of air into his hungry lungs, gave him the answer. She was getting turned on! Her pussy was watering with renewed desire, and the fragrant juices were spilling out of her cunt mouth and leaking onto his leg.

So he wasn't the only one getting horny from spanking his librarian aunt! But his victim wasn't the only one hurting either. The palm of his right hand throbbed with pain from hitting her ass.

The tempo of his blows slowed as he looked about the room. Jacqui wagged her glowing butt, as though demanding him to get back to the serious business of spanking her. He saw that his jeans were lying within easy reach, so he leaned over and snagged them by the belt loops.

Unaware of what her nephew was up to, Jacqui lay limply across his knees. She was breathing heavily, and not only from the brisk exercise she'd been getting. "You like it?" the young man asked her, pulling the thick brown belt out of its loops. "You dig being spanked?"

Jacqui shook her head. A stinging swat landed on her already sore butt. "Aiii!" she cried. "Yes! Yes, damn you -- I like it! Why are you stopping?"

Martin wrapped his fingers around the belt buckle. He wound the leather strap several turns around his hand till about a foot dangled from his fist. "I'm not," he said, drawing a bead on that ripe, beet- red ass. "Just taking a breather."

With that he swung the belt and brought it down right between the cheeks of his aunt's ass.

It was as though an electric shock had blasted though her shiny nude body. She jerked so hard she bounced clear off her nephew's lap. "Yeeeeee! OOOOOOWWWWWW!" she wailed. When she landed it knocked the breath out of the boy.

He drew back his arm and struck again. Once more the leather cracked on Jacqui's butt. She squealed, and her calves thrashed in the air.

Martin's aim wasn't to inflict any permanent damage. It was just what he'd told Jacqui -- to try something new. And something was telling him he'd struck paydirt. His aunt screamed and fought convincingly enough when the blows landed, and sobbed in between, but the sobs weren't sobs of pain -- they were sobs of passion!