Do it. Do it! Make me cum you bastard!”The beast obliged. A jack hammer wouldn’t have kept up with him. His jowls were drooling spittle all over m... neck. His paws were holding me as tight as a skin on a drum and I loved it. As fast as he gave it to me my body danced in time with his.Over and over and over that wild beast’s cock inside me pounded away and I came and came. Orgasm after orgasm followed and when I felt that knot expanding and entering me I knew I was in Heaven.I could hear his. Somehow she knew when enough was enough for me but when she finally moved towards me I found that I was rooted to the spot and could only stand statue-like as she began to unbutton my shirt. Even when she started on my trousers and then kneeled in front of me and pushed those and my underpants down over my hips, I don’t think I made a move to help her. I know she had trouble getting them over the rigid mass of my cock and that I heard her gasp of surprise when she finally freed it and it shot. “Hold my hips. Fuck me,” instructed my aunt. “Do it this way for a little while, Michael. Then I want to get on it. I want you to be rough with my tits when I ride you, my lovely big boy.”Our flesh slapped together with meaty thwacks, the spare flesh on Aunt Pearl’s hips rippling while her buttocks jiggled, breasts swinging and swaying.“I’m coming,” I heard my aunt moan.It surprised me to hear her say it. I’d known she was apparently thrilled with the service, her gasps and grunts loud as we. I lifted and placed her on my modified workbench then removed the gag and bindings. She was still out though she seemed to be stirring a little which spurred me to hastily restrain her to the bench. I attached fur lined cuffs to her tiny wrists and hooked them to a strap above her head which was attached to the underside of the bench and then placed a soft red and white holiday pillow under her head. I knew I should change before she awakened but seeing her lying there like that overwhelmed me..