Pah!
His palm sank into her flesh, the sound sharp and obscene against the quiet road. The impact sent a ripple across her plump curves, jiggling like a cushion beneath his hand.
"Kyah!" Sandra cried out, her body jolting forward. The sting lit across her skin, shocking her as much as the pleasure that rushed in its wake. Her hand shot down to cover the spot, but the warmth already spread through her hips, her knees threatening to buckle.
Leon's grin widened. So even pain turns into sweetness for them…
Sandra whirled her head, eyes wide, cheeks flushed scarlet. "Wh-what are you doing?!" she hissed, her voice trembling, not with anger but with the confusion of a woman who had never been touched like this before.
Leon leaned closer, his voice a husky murmur.
"I am punishing you, Aunt. Remember?"
Her lips parted, but no words came. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, the fight in her eyes clashing with the betraying tremor of her thighs. The ache where he had slapped her throbbed strangely sweet, spreading warmth through her core.
Pah!
His hand came down a second time, firmer, the sound cracking louder in the air. Sandra's ass rippled again, heat blooming across her flesh.
"Ahhn!" she gasped, stumbling forward a step, her pot nearly slipping from her grip. Her whole body trembled, the sting racing like fire only to melt into a heavy warmth low in her belly.
Leon's eyes darkened with satisfaction, his voice low and teasing.
"You like teasing me, aunt?."
Sandra's breath came ragged, her chest heaving. Her fingers clutched the rim of the pot as though it were the only thing tethering her to reason. She shook her head weakly, but her flushed cheeks and glassy eyes betrayed her.
"I… I was not…" she whispered, the denial falling flat against the trembling in her voice.
Leon smirked, his hand still resting boldly on her ass.
"How do you feel exposed out here in the open?"
Her lips pressed together, no answer coming. Deep inside, Sandra couldn't deny it—as much as it was extremely embarrassing she felt more adventurous than ever.
He grabbed her ass pulled her ass-cheeks apart exposing her puckered asshole which was twitching due to exposure.
Leon's fingers dug in, parting her soft cheeks with a sudden pull. The movement left her utterly bare to him, her most private place twitching in the open air.
"Ahnn!" Sandra cried out, her knees buckling slightly as the sudden exposure sent a jolt through her body. She twisted her head, looking around desperately as though someone might appear on the dusty road, her cheeks burning hotter than the midday sun.
Her puckered ring clenched instinctively, the cool air only amplifying the shameful heat that had already overtaken her.
Leon leaned close, his breath warm against her ear.
"So sensitive, Aunt… even back here you tremble," he murmured, his voice a mix of wonder and wicked delight.
Sandra whimpered. Her body wanted to close up, to hide, but his grip was firm—unyielding. She could feel her shame and her arousal twisting together into something dangerous, something she had never experienced before.
Leon spread her wider, his voice dropping into a husky whisper that seemed to crawl right into her ears.
"Look at you, Aunt… trembling with your ass open in broad daylight. What if one of those women we passed came walking back?"
Sandra's heart lurched, her breath catching. "N-no, don't—!" she whispered harshly, her voice breaking with panic. Yet the sharp shiver racing through her body betrayed her.
Leon's grin deepened as he watched the tight ring flutter helplessly under his gaze.
"They'd see everything… your hole twitching like it's begging for attention. Would you deny it then, Aunt?"
Sandra squeezed her eyes shut, shame surging through her. Her whole body felt aflame, her knees trembling as the heat in her belly only grew heavier. She shook her head frantically, but the soft, desperate sound that slipped from her lips told another story.
"Even your body knows the truth," Leon teased, his tone cruelly gentle. "It likes being exposed. It wants to be seen."
Her chest rose and fell in ragged waves, torn between the mortification clawing at her mind and the wicked thrill surging through her veins.
Leon's fingers tightened on her cheeks, prying them wider until Sandra whimpered. Her legs squeezed together instinctively, but that only made her hips tilt back more against his grip.
"You're clenching so tight, Aunt…" he murmured, brushing the pad of his thumb dangerously close to the twitching rim without touching it.
Sandra shuddered, her nails digging into the clay pot as though it could shield her from the spiraling heat. "D-don't…" she pleaded weakly, her voice a cracked whisper.
Ignoring her words, Leon traced lazy circles around the sensitive flesh, never quite pressing in. Each pass sent shocks through her body, making her thighs quiver. When his thumb flicked suddenly across the center, her hips jolted and a muffled cry escaped her lips.
"Just from this?" he teased, leaning close to her ear. "Why are you squirming aunt?...you like it don't you?."
Sandra bit her lip hard, her face burning as she trembled helplessly. Every brush, every taunt, dragged her deeper into a heat she had no name for—shame and thrill knotted together until she could no longer tell them apart.
Leon's grin widened as Sandra squirmed under his hold. Her hole twitched helplessly, as if begging for what she dared not ask.
"Let me feel your insides…" he whispered, and before she could protest, he pressed his thumb inward.
"Kyahhh!" Sandra cried out, her body jerking violently as the sudden intrusion stretched her rectum. The pot slipped from her trembling hands, clattering to the dirt, forgotten. Her knees buckled, but Leon's grip on her hip kept her upright, forcing her to endure the hot, invasive pressure.
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, each one laced with disbelief and an unbidden thrill that made her thighs quiver.
Leon worked his thumb slowly in and out, savoring her every jolt and gasp.
Sandra's entire body convulsed as Leon's thumb pushed past her tight ring, her breath breaking into a sharp, strangled cry. The sensation was alien—stretching, burning, stealing the air from her lungs. She twisted against him, but every attempt only made her feel the humiliating fullness more clearly.
Her fingers scrabbled weakly at his chest, nails dragging across his shirt without force. "S-stop—Leon, p-please—it is dirty—" she stammered, but the words tumbled uselessly, swallowed by the trembling in her throat.
"Nothing about you is dirty, Aunt," Leon murmured, his voice low, almost gentle, as if soothing her shame away.
His hand slid down from her trembling hip, fingers brushing the coarse hairs of her mound before pressing lower. The heat there startled even him—slick and wet against his palm.
Sandra stiffened, a sharp gasp bursting from her lips as his fingers parted her folds without hesitation. The humiliation cut deeper than the pleasure, but her body betrayed her, her thighs clamping around his wrist as if to trap him there.
Leon's thumb teased lazily at the swollen nub, while two fingers traced the slippery entrance, coating themselves in her juices.
"Aunt… are you peeing?" he whispered, his cheek brushing hers, tone mocking yet laced with curiosity.
Sandra's whole body jolted, her breath catching as though he had struck her with the words. "N-no!" she gasped, mortified, her face flushing hotter than the sun above them. Her thighs pressed tighter together, as if to hide the humiliating wetness flowing freely between her legs.
But Leon only chuckled, dragging his slick fingers up again and letting the moisture glisten in the light. "Then what is this?" he taunted, smearing the wetness slowly against her twitching clit.
Her knees buckled, a strangled moan escaping her throat before she could stop it. She turned her face away, eyes squeezed shut, her shame unraveling with every stroke.
Sandra shook her head desperately, but Leon didn't give her time to deny him again. His slick fingers hovered for only a breath before sliding past her folds, pushing firmly into her drenched heat.
"Ahhhhn!" she cried, her body jolting forward as the sudden invasion split her walls apart. Her pussy clenched down tight around his fingers, greedily sucking them in as if her body betrayed the words she wanted to say.
Leon grinned against her ear, curling his fingers inside her. "So warm… so tight. See, Aunt? Your vagina likes this."
Her hands trembled uselessly against his chest, nails scratching weakly at his shirt. "N-no… stop… it feels… ahhhn, I feel like peeing!" she whimpered, her hips already rolling against his hand without her realizing.
Each thrust of his fingers was wet, obscene, the lewd sounds echoing on the quiet dusty road. Her shame grew with every squelch, but so did the burning knot of pleasure winding deep inside her belly.
Leon's thumb pressed firmly onto her clit, circling it in rhythm with his thrusts. Sandra's legs quivered, her strength leaving her as a broken sob slipped from her lips. "Leon… please stop…!"
Sandra's cries grew higher, sharper, her whole body trembling as Leon's fingers worked her faster. Her hips jerked helplessly against his hand, chasing every thrust with a hunger she didn't want to admit.
Her pussy clamped hard around his fingers, the lewd squelching growing louder, wetter—her body was begging for release. Her nails dug into his arms, desperate, as she gasped, "Leon—I-I'm going to—ahhhhn!"
Just as her walls began to flutter, the peak surging toward her like a wave—Leon froze. His fingers stopped moving. His thumb lifted from her clit.
This was no longer punishment, nor the stupid excuse he'd cooked up just to grope her. It had gone far beyond that.
Sandra was bent over the roadside, her dress bunched at her waist, her bare ass exposed to the sun and air. Her ass-hole twitched as if begging for attention while he fingered her pussy. He had awakened her dormant lust—broken through layers of modesty, of years of silence and restraint.