Bonding of Best Friends 7 - Aunt Greta

Chapter 37

Road Trip with a Nymph

 

Twenty minutes later the Suburban stood idling while goodbyes were wallowed in and kisses shared. Clinging desperately to Uncle Rex, she was wailing when the Chevy rolled from the drive. For an urban sophisticate, Aunt Vicky didn’t do well with parting.

“He’ll take her to bed and screw her brains out. That’ll get her mind off us leaving,” Thomas predicted, adjusting the heater and entering traffic. In the back, Greta fluffed her pillow on the narrow makeshift bed. Stress and poor sleep left her numb with exhaustion, time to escape. Contentedly imagining the long-legged lush Victoria having her brains screwed out by her stud monkey, she was asleep in minutes.

When Greta finally stirred, darkness informed her that she logged a much needed long nap. Looking forward, she was astounded to see a blizzard illuminated by the headlights of their slow moving vehicle. “Where are we, guys?” she groggily called out.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. We trust you enjoyed a good snooze. We’re almost to Richmond, Virginia is for lovers, where Thomas has reserved a hotel room. It took him over an hour to find one. This storm is screwing things up royally and we’re making wonderfully horrid time,” Jerome informed, while his brother catnapped in the passenger seat. Finally being taken to a motel and made to behave by the duo sounded peachy to Greta. Though, she needed to attend to other business first.

“I have to use the little girl’s room,” she blurted, in a semi-desperate tone.

“Ah! So that’s what woke you up. It’s so quiet with the snow everywhere,” Jerome chuckled, with eyes fixed on the flailing whiteness in front of them.

“I thought we were supposed to get two or three inches. It looks like the North Pole out there,” Greta commented, crawling forward and tapping Thomas from behind. “Hey, I’ll trade places with you so you can get comfortable,” she bargained as he stirred.

“Oh no! It’s his turn to drive. He’s been zoned out for over an hour. We take two hour driving shifts and I’ve been going for almost two and a half. We’ll be getting off at the next exit so you can use the facilities and we can change drivers,” Jerome curtly explained.

Waking, Thomas entered the conversation. “We were ‘supposed’ to get two to three inches. They had six in Philadelphia when I fell asleep. I’m concerned that they might close the roads. Last I heard, they were expecting nine to ten inches down this way.”

“Here’s the exit coming up. Get your coats on. Aunt Greta, slide up here with us and it’ll be a lot easier getting out.” The talk of expecting nine or ten inches and sliding up with them to make it easier, gave her a playful idea. Turning face up in the tight space, she placed her feet over the top of the front seat and propelled herself forward. As planned, her skirt rode up to her waist while she slipped over the seat on her back. Seeing her pussy bulging in her brief pink panties, the brothers immediately became aroused. Both were fondling her by the time her fanny came to rest between them.

“Boy, you guys don’t miss a chance, do you?” she giggled, reaching back for her coat.

“You’re too good to miss, Aunt Greta,” Jerome admitted.

“Ah, you’re so sweet. Oh look, there’s a gas station with a diner. I’ll treat,” she offered, stroking them playfully in return. Thomas filled the tank and Jerome checked under the hood while Greta took the longest pee that she could remember. They met her in the waffle shop and enjoyed hot coffee and pecan pie while waiting for breakfast sandwiches to go.

The twins were anxious to get to the hotel where they planned on finally bedding the big breasted goo lover. Much to their chagrin, the opportunity to get beyond receiving blow jobs from the scandalous nymph never materialized back in Philadelphia. Greta suspected that Rex was involved in the occurrence and so did the brothers.

Since the Hampton Inn, where a reserved room awaited them, was only twenty seven miles away, they decided to all stay upfront. Curious concerning their ideas about her, Greta kicked off the conversation by asking if Stella was fond of swallowing semen.

“When we made up Stella, she was all the things we wanted you to be and do. So, to answer your question, yes, Stella loves to swallow,” Thomas replied, picturing Greta swallowing his as she often did this visit.

“So, let me get this straight. You wanted me to love swallowing man goo, so you made Stella love to swallow?” she clarified, placing her small hands on each twin’s nearest knees.

“We were fixated on the idea all through undergraduate school. We even found a cute little blonde to help us vent our yearnings. Yvette was reluctant at first. But, by the time we received our bachelor degrees, she was a goo guzzler,” Jerome snickered.

“A goo guzzler! Do you see me as a ‘goo guzzler’?”      

“Aunt Greta, you are the queen of goo guzzlers. We were sure of it the night Rex came in and we hid in your bathroom. We watched every second while you blew him. When you blew us right after he left, we knew you were the queen guzzler.”

“Well, I do like to suck big dicks. So, I guess Stella likes to be fucked a lot, too.” A pregnant pause filled the Suburban as the twins fumbled for an answer that she could handle. Stella was the most promiscuous female character that their horny young imaginations could conjure and was fucked on a near hourly basis.

“We thought that you looked like a woman who loved it. So, naturally we made Stella love it too,” Thomas explained, resting his right hand on her stocking covered thigh.

“So, you two think I love to fuck, to have men’s big dicks pounding my little pussy all the time?” she taunted mercilessly, while running her fingers over the bulges in their jeans. Still shy of admitting the fact that Stella took cock everywhere, Jerome couched his reply.

“We didn’t know for sure. So, we made it up, Aunt Greta. We didn’t mean to disrespect you, only write a story that sold.”

“You didn’t answer my question. Do you think I’m a little slut who likes to fuck all the time?” she pressed, unbuttoning her blouse.

Thomas watched in rapt fascination as her trussed up f-cups came into view. Inhibition and reason evaporated on the hot skillet of his warping mind, allowing truth to escape. “Absolutely. We think you’re the hottest little slut in the whole fucking world and that you love big cocks screwing you. We saw dad fucking you like crazy. When we get to the hotel, we’re gonna fuck your hot little pussy like it’s never been fucked before,” Thomas boldly announced. Opening her blouse fully, Greta responded.

“Well, I guess you two have my number. I love to be fucked. And, Rex really did me good. You guys already know how I feel about sucking dicks and talking dirty. So, when we get to the hotel, you can say and do anything naughty that you want to me. I won’t mind,” Greta confessed, squeezing their rigid phalluses in unison as her milk melons were escorted over the top of her bra.

Often they dreamt of her saying something to this effect since the night she first let them fondle her. Being a passenger at the moment, Jerome was first to respond by freeing his phallus. Craving the chance to blend salacious syllables and outrageous action with his all-time hottie, he grasped the opportunity with both hands.

“Suck my dick, you big tit fuck doll,” he commanded, grabbing the back of her neck and guiding her face to his crotch. Jerome wanted to say and do that to her for years. If he knew how she would respond he would have done this back then.

“Ooh my gracious! My pleasure, sir,” his fantasy girl pleasurably hummed, a second before mouthing Jerome’s erection. Being their big tittie fuck pony was what she vividly envisioned when they offered to drive her home. The twins glanced to each other and rolled their eyes in wonder. Stella needed to be reimagined.

“Oh Aunt Greta, you are magnificent,” Jerome groaned as her hot mouth drank in his manhood and she pumped him luxuriously. Curling up on the seat to get comfortable, Greta’s available rump was inches from Thomas. Though driving through a snowstorm, the road was plowed, few cars were visible and he was going well under the speed limit. Guiding his right hand from the wheel, his fingers slipped under her skirt and found her creamy, soft, wet slit. Fingered dexterously, Greta moaned pleasurably through a mouth distended with dong.

Reaching the inn, all were ready for the pièce de résistance. In the near blinding blizzard, the little princess was not permitted to carry more than her purse. Dropped off nearest the room by one brother, she was escorted there by the other. From that point on, luggage was carried alternately by the twins. One was to remain with her at all times were dad’s orders.

Not until the car was parked and all hatches secure, were they to ‘fuck the spit out of the freckled little sex doll’. Rex, being a well-seasoned reasonable man, warned them that many others would try. Their duty was to keep the family jewel safe by displacing those many others. After hearing dad’s concern, the twins saw their journey as a secret service detail with excellent fringe benefits.

Greta showered and was wearing a short pink robe when Jerome returned with the last piece of luggage. Thomas retreated to the shower as soon as the door was secured. “Why don’t you go shave and brush your teeth...