Travis Gets Some Pt. 03 by RandyPanda

“OOWWW!! WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?” She screamed.

“Because one I want to, and two you deserve it for being so immature. Who still does the silent treatment at your age? Now tell me, what are you thinking” WHACK

“I think you’re a shithead!”

WHACK

“I think you’re an arsehole”

WHACK

“I hate you for sleeping with my girlfriend”

WHACK.

She whimpered a little at this one. So I stopped slapping her backside and start lightly running my hands over her tender buttocks. She was quiet for quite a while. I tried to ignore it but running my hand over her derriere and feeling her shape and curves was giving me a woody. Raising my hand again I was about to strike when she mumbled something.

“Tell me loud and clear before I smack you again,” my hand still raised.

“I hate you for sleeping with other girls.” Once again I was stumped. Processing…Processing…Processing.

All this time I thought our relationship was purely platonic. I mean there were times when we pretended to flirt just for the fun of it. Like the time she sat on my leg at the pub and wiggled her butt on my erection. Maybe it wasn’t all just an act for her. That might explain why she went ballistic when I slept with Harry. Now that I think about it she was also moody when she heard I got some pussy at the amusement park. Things are starting to fall into place now. She wasn’t carelessly watching me from the sidelines, she wasn’t living vicariously through me, she wanted to be close to me, she wanted to share and experience the things I did, she wanted to ‘be’ one of those things I experienced, she wanted….me. I thought Harry had some loose morals but this is a whole ‘nuther level. All this time I thought she was trying to punish me with the silent treatment but she must’ve been trying to put distance between us, to try and protect her feelings, or conceal them, or maybe to try and let me go so she could stop wanting something she couldn’t have.

With only four years age gap we’re practically cousins. This last year in particular when I moved out of home we’ve become close. I hate this situation. I hate that she can’t talk to me about this. I hate that she’s willing to throw away our future friendship. We’re not a couple, never were. Can’t she live that way like we always have? Obviously not. This woman is so frustrating. Without realising it she’s changing me. I never would have done this before but I decide to take a wild chance. With my left hand still on the small of her back I reach down with the other and pull her loose one piece dress up to her waist and tuck it under my left thumb.

“What the fuck are y…” SMACK

I slap her panty clad buttocks. Then lean in close and growl “Tell me loud and clear that you don’t want this.” I wait for her to answer.

She’s silent for a bit then states “What are you doing? You can’t do this.”

Wrong answer. I reef her panties down.

“This isn’t right,” something in her voice tells me that she’s come to a realisation that this is really happening.

Still, it’s the wrong answer and I start unbuttoning my shorts.

“Your serious?” It’s mostly a statement. This time her voice, her whole body seems to be trembling. Is that from anticipation? Is this really what she’s been wanting from me for the past…month at least? I line myself up behind her and rub my bulging cock head up and down her dripping pussy lips. She’s already that aroused. I wonder how much of that arousal is from the spanking and how much is from the last twenty seconds.

“This is your last chance” I wait for her response but she says nothing. I don’t care if she’s undecided or not answering for a reason but I gave her ample opportunity to say ‘no’ and she didn’t. So I ram my cock into her pussy and wriggle around and work it into the deepest possible position. Janelle gasps, her breathing comes out in short sharp little pants.

“This is what you’ve been thinking about isn’t it?” I start thrusting in and out. She tries to roll her hips, as though lifting her tail but the chair prevents her from doing so. All she can do is push with her tippy toes to raise her arse an inch or so.

“All this time you’ve been crabby at me, what you really wanted is for me to fuck you.” I’m working up a rhythm. She doesn’t respond to my accusations so I stop thrusting, grab her hair and pull her head up. “Isn’t it?” I growl and thump my pelvis into her backside.

“Yes,” she squeaks out “I want this”

I release her hair and grab both hips to use for my own pleasure. I pull her hips against me and slide and swirl in all different directions. Using my cock and my pelvic bone and my hips to feel every inch of her nether regions as I pull her over my cock and against my body. From her pliant arse cheeks, to the hair on her outer labia, to the wetness of her inner labia, to probing her vagina from every which direction with my cock.

She’s trying move her ass. In fact, I realise that her movements are small and weak. She must be tired and uncomfortable having been bent over this chair. I kick off my shorts from around my ankles then reach down and pull on her arms so she stands up right. She gives a quizzical look over her shoulder at me and it strikes me to kiss her. She clearly didn’t expect that but returns the kiss.

“Bed. Now.” I pull out, spin her around and throw her over my shoulder, again. Her dress fell back into place in the process. I carry her inside to her bedroom whilst she giggled and pretend to kick and fight. Half the time her hands were grabbing my naked ass just under my still damp t-shirt as I walked. In the bedroom I stepped to the bed with her still over my shoulder and threw back the ruffled blankets which took with it some clothing of Gary’s. That was a bit of a wake up on what we were about to do…and what we had just done. It wasn’t enough to stop me. I had my own opinion of that twat but going by some of the things that both Janelle and Harry had said I’m guessing he wasn’t keeping Janelle satisfied. Now that I think about it, we wouldn’t be in this situation if he ‘was’ keeping Janelle satisfied.

With her still on my shoulder I gathered the bottom of her dress up as high as I could then leaned forward a little bit to encourage her to slide off and out of the dress at the same time. She fell out onto the bed with another giggle. She shimmied up a little and propped herself on her elbows. I haven’t seen her this happy in ages but see her I did. Her long straight legs lead up to slightly angular, feminine hips. She had a narrow tuft of dark brown hair between her legs. Her belly isn’t completely flat but considering she’s a mum I guess that’s expected. There are some stretch marks but the highlight is a bellybutton ring. I was a little surprised to see this because I never knew about it. I guess she’s too self conscious to expose mid rift nowadays and I don’t remember seeing it when we were younger. Her B cup breasts are still covered in a bra since neither of us has taken it off. I imagine her boobs were more full before motherhood. One of the things I always liked about Janelle’s body is her boobs were never big dangly things that got in her way, she can make them bounce in the right situation like dancing but I never saw her uncomfortably flopping around like girls with bigger boobs. Her collarbone and shoulders are relatively straight and square especially now that she’s leaning back on her elbows. She has dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. Right now they’re looking at me with a mixture of hunger and expectation…I whip off my t-shirt and climb on the bed. She lays back as I move on.

With a little over zealous passion I kiss all around her mouth, her cheek, her jaw line and her neck. At which point I push forward to enter her pussy. I go deep. Both of us let out a gasp and a groan of pleasure. I move and I hump and I fuck her. At some point it occurs to me, this is my aunt, I’m balls deep fucking my own aunt.

Janelle noticed me looking at her. “Don’t look at me like that. Just fuck me.” Indeed I did. I fucked her so she was bouncing up and down the bed. Her hips were thrusting to meet mine. I’m not going to last. I’m not going to last. “Just a bit more” she says “keep going. Yes that’s it. Don’t cum in me.”

“WHAT!?”

“Don’t stop I’m nearly there. After I cum you can cum in my mouth.” Fuck! I don’t know if I can last that long. It’s bad enough that fucking my aunt has an added taboo, an added naughtiness that’s tickling my balls and making me want to cum sooner but now she saying ‘keep going’ and I’m trying not to think about cumming in her mouth.

“STOP” I say with some urgency.

She looks at me coming out of her reverie then smiles. “Is you’re old aunty to hot for you to handle?”

I have no comeback for that. All my brain power is being used up elsewhere so I simply say “yes” She giggled at my response and cradled my face and kissed me.

“You make a girl feel good, even if she didn’t cum.” Wait what? Is she having a shot at my prowess in bed? I won’t stand for that. I take a deep breathe and get my mojo back with some gumption and start rocking again. With a new mindset of ‘I am in control’ I start moving again. Slow to start with, then slowly building and building. More, faster, harder until I start pummelling her. She’s soon back to the heights she was before.

“Yes, more. Keep going. Do it more…do me more OOOoh YESSS AAARRGH YESS” I feel her whole body go into orgasm. It feels like her hips are thrusting themselves onto my steely cock. Janelle is going for it screaming out her pleasure. I swear I’m having an aneurysm trying not to cum. I’m panting fast and hard like I’m hyperventilating. Janelle’s orgasm eventually fades and she has almost stopped moving her body when she looks at me. Probably my heavy breathing broke her reverie of slowly falling ecstasy.