Finish Me (3 page)

“Matt, follow me,” she said.

Aunt Veronica climbed onto the couch and squatted over Dave's cock. She gestured for Matt to walk closer, to walk up behind her. She lowered herself, a gentle motion, until Dave's cock tickled the entrance of her pussy. She felt her lips spread wide as he slid inside her, and she lowered herself gently, until she felt him bump against her cervix. He was enormous, she thought. It pleased her. But she wasn't finished. That was only half of what she desired.

“Matt, you're going to fuck me too,” she said.

“You mean...” said Matt.

“Yes, like that,” she said. “You're a dirty boy. And I'm dirty Aunt Veronica. So show me what your cock can do to my ass.”

Matt climbed onto the couch and positioned himself behind her. She bent forward, exposing the small brown circle of taught muscle above her pussy. Matt could see Dave's cock stretching her wide, the fine, freshly shaven stubble of her pussy inviting him closer, as though she had been expecting the two of them.

Matt spit on his hand and rubbed it against his cock, coating himself with natural lubricant. He pushed the head of his cock against her ass.

“Mmm, yeah, push that white cock into my ass,” she said.

Matt felt her push back against him, inviting him to breach her wall. She began to open. Then, as he found his way inside, she clasped him harder, drawing him inward, deeper.

“Fuck,” said Matt. “That's tight.”

“Yes,” she said. “Yes, fuck yes.”

“This is fucking beauty,” said Dave, speaking to both Aunt Veronica and Matt. “It doesn't get any better than this.”

She began to rock back and forth on Dave's cock, her silver grey hair falling on her back, her shoulders, and the sides of her face. As Matt began his motions inside her ass, he felt Dave's cock press against his own, separated by only a thin barrier of flesh.

Matt grabbed her hips, grasping them hard, feeling emboldened from having conquered the sacred passage of her ass.  It still struck him as a revelation that a woman so, so
senior
, could have such a luscious body, could have an ass so tight that it begged to be fucked, could single handedly seduce two men and convince them to penetrate her
in duo.
She was a most self-assured, perverted, and beautiful silver haired slut.

“You boys keep fucking me until I tell you I'm through,” she gasped.

“Yes, ma'am,” said Dave. His chest glistened from sweat as he grunted and worked on her pussy.

Matt felt her muscles contract around his cock. Her movements became more staccato, less fluid.

“Oh fuck yes, I'm coming in my ass,” she said. “Keep fucking me boys, I'm coming. Oh fuck I'm coming.”

Dave's hips thrust up into Veronica and he felt himself slip through waves of carnal bliss. Matt was ever aware of the pressure of Dave's cock against his own from their shared bond of proxmity inside Veronica.

“That is some sweet sweet honey,” said Dave, regaining his ability to speak.

Veronica wasn't finished yet.

“That's right, I'm your hot cougar bitch, you fill my ass,” she said. “I want your come to fill both my holes. I want to feel it dripping out of my asshole, flowing out of my pussy and down my thighs. I want you to fill me up.”

Matt continued his work, then tensed suddenly. He felt himself convulse.

“I'm coming,” he said. “I'm coming in your ass Aunt Veronica.”

“That's right,” she said, turning her face toward him. “You come until the last drop, dear.”

At that moment, Matt felt that he was inside two women at once. There was Veronica's young, uninhibited, fiery self, the woman who had demanded two men to satisfy her desires. And there was Aunt Veronica, the graceful kinkster, the older woman with a taste for younger flesh, with long hair in silver and gray and lines along the sides of her eyes and the corners of her painted mouth, the woman who moved with grace, propelled by lithe, chiseled muscles.

Matt and Dave were spent. The three of them pulled apart. Veronica slipped on her dress and the men put on their pants. Veronica moved her legs from side to side, as though she couldn't decide which leg to put forward. The sex had given her a new power. To call what surrounded her a glow would do it no justice – she felt a magnificent energy, as though she had drunk from the fountain of youth, imbibing the secret potion through forbidden orifices.

She looked toward them. “I'm hungry,” she said. “Who wants some meat?”

The men glanced at each other, then looked back at this silver beauty who had pleasured them both beyond what they had imagined possible. She turned and walked back into the kitchen, and the men followed, hungry for her sustenance.