Cup of Proof

Aunt Lauren’s head was between my legs. I was on the floor. My dick had no intention of limping after staring at her eyes being hypnotized by the thing in front of her. Lauren looked back at Saige, who bore a faint smile

“Come on, Lauren. If you did even a tenth of what you promised me you would do to him last night, then this should be easy,” Aunt Saige said.

“Well, excuse me if I don’t want to taste your spit on his dick,” Aunt Lauren rebutted.

Aunt Lauren stared back forward and looked into my eyes. My dick twitched at her helpless and innocent expression. She gulped and opened her mouth and wrapped the lips around the head of the cock. She closed her eyes as she did this. I bent my head back and savored this moment. Her tongue was moving through the underside of my cock as she made her way deeper. She had her hands on the base of my cock and only took me in small slow strokes.

Somehow this sexual experience felt more real and more profound than my previous encounters, like the person doing this to me, did it not bent to the world’s will. It might have just been in my head. I closed my eyes and could savor the wet feel of lips and tongue work at the end of my cock.

“Lauren, you have to do better than that. You can’t punish him like that. Do it faster, or he will never learn. Put it deep in your throat,” Aunt Saige said.

Aunt Lauren glared at Aunt Saige watching closely beside her but tried her best to take it deeper. There was gagging and vacuumous sound as half of it was in her mouth, clearly not used to taking something this big in her mouth.

“Here, let me show you how to do it,” Aunt Saige said.

Aunt Saige came behind her and pressed her hands on the back of Aunt Lauren’s head and pushed it down. Spittle came out of the sides of Aunt Lauren’s lips, which were pressed up near the base of the cock. When Aunt Saige finally let her go, Aunt Lauren came up and gasped.

“It’s huge. I can’t do it like that. Just let me punish him my own way,” Aunt Lauren gasped out of breath.

“He won’t learn unless you take him deeper,” Aunt Saige said.

“I’m trying,” Aunt Lauren said, stroking my cock with her soft hands.

Aunt Lauren looked determined and stared straight at me. In a defiant look, she did her best to push her face down on my cock. A tear of her gag reflex formed in her upturned eyes as she bobbed her head on it. More of her spit was running down to my cock and forming a small puddle on the base of it. Her eyes returned fixed on me, and the tear ran down her cheeks. I reached down towards her face and wiped it with my fingers and caressed her cheeks. She continued to push her head down and up, her eyes turning up again.

Aunt Saige had came behind Aunt Lauren again placed her hand on Aunt Lauren’s back. Aunt Lauren’s eyes darted back and to the side, trying to figure out what was happening. Aunt Saige’s hand ran behind her back under her shirt and under her pants and under her panties. More gagging sounds as Aunt Lauren squirmed and felt Aunt Saige bury her fingers into her cunt. Aunt Saige had dug out what she found. Aunt Saige’s hand, when she pulled them out of Aunt Lauren’s pants, were sopping wet.

Aunt Saige examined her wet hands, and I felt close just watching the scene while Aunt Lauren resumed thrusting her face between my legs.

“You’re super wet, Lauren. That’s good,” Aunt Saige said. “Maybe you did punish him a bit.”

Aunt Lauren closed her eyes and kept bobbing her head. Her face grown flush, visibly embarrassed by the discovery. I could feel electricity through my body as her lips kept licking and her mouth wolfed down on her meal.

“I’m going to cum,” I panted.

“Good,” Aunt Saige said. She brought out small glass tumbler. “Shoot in here.”

Aunt Lauren finally looked relieved, probably not being **** to swallow it, as she withdrew her head from my cock. I stroked and spurted my load in the glass tumbler which Aunt Saige held over it. I notice Aunt Lauren observe carefully as I did so.

Aunt Saige smiled and said, “Great.”

“Now can we finally get on with our day,” Aunt Lauren asked getting up and wiping her wet lips and chin with the back of her hands.

“Sure. I just want proof that you’ll punish him. Make sure he fills up this glass cup with semen by the end of the day. So I know you aren’t just talking.”

“What?”

“This is a simple request. I mean he deserves far worse like shooting it in your cunt or making you swallow it, but I need proof since it’s obvious some funny business is going on. When I get back that thing better be full,” Aunt Saige said.

Aunt Saige left us both there, staring at each other and wondering what to do.