Changing the subject, “You look very sexy today; I like you in those jeans, and I love your tits in that top,” I said as I stroked her thighs.
“Thank you, I have something extra special to show you later,” she teased.
I was getting hard again, quickly, “Later?” I can’t wait I excitedly pleaded.
“You’ll have to; where’s the DVD and snacks?”
“Shit,” I said, “I’ve left them in the car.” Give me two minutes. With that, I got up and ran outside to the car. To my surprise, I could see Liz walking past; she had an umbrella up, protecting herself from the rain.
“Hi, Jim,” she said.
“Oh, hi, Liz,” I said, embarrassed. I walked over to her.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” She must have seen my reddening cheeks.
She reached out and held my hand, “I can’t wait to hear more stories from your aunty,” she winked as she let go of my hand, stroking gently as she unclasped.
What was that? Did she purposely stroke my hand?
I stuttered, “I’ll try my best.”
What the fuck was that? I thought, “I’d try my best.”
Liz laughed and walked off, and I headed back inside with the DVD and snacks.
“Liz says she wants to hear more stories,” I laughed, having composed myself.
“Dirty bitch,” my aunt replied, laughing.
I was horny again; I had a semi-hard-on. My aunty looked seductive, waiting for me on the couch. “I want to see, now!” I demanded.
“Later, I’m going to tease you some more,” she giggled, patting the seat beside her.
I slipped in the DVD, closed the curtains, ensured the front door was locked, and sat beside my aunty. The atmosphere in the room was more like a cinema; the light was drawn in from the front door. We both prised our shoes off, I sat in the corner, and as I lifted my legs, she repositioned herself so that she was laid between my legs, her back to me and her head resting on my chest.
“Comfy?” she asked.
I grabbed her breasts, “I am now,” I said.
The film seemed ok, but I couldn’t get into it; I was distracted. Drew Barrymore played the part well of a woman suffering from amnesia where her memory got reset daily.
I squeezed my aunt tighter, “hmmm, that’s nice,” she said.
“I want you,” I whispered in her ear. “I want you now,” I repeated.
“What about the film,” she teased.
I reached down and undid the buttons of my aunt’s jeans. Slowly, one by one, taking my time to nestle into the back of her neck with my face.
When the last button was undone, I reached in with my right hand to feel the warmth; I could also feel she had lacey underwear on; I wondered what colour they were. With my other hand, I reached under her top, up over her stomach and slid my hand into the right cup of her bra. I started to massage her breast whilst at the same time I spread her pussy lips with my middle finger.
It felt tacky, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before her lubrication would start to flow.
Slowly I hooked my finger inside and upwards, pulling it out to rub her clitoris at the top of the stroke. I then slowly repeated whilst at the same time twisting and squeezing her now erect and engorged nipple.
With every stroke, she raised her hips, pushing against my hand. I locked my lips on her neck and felt her pulse rising; she was gasping and panting harder.
I was comfy, and whilst I had an erection, it was in such a position that it was not hurting; I could do this all day easily but wondered how long before my aunt would climax.
I sped up as my aunt’s hips sped up, keeping pace best I could. I placed a second finger inside, allowing me to get deeper, stroking her g-spot on every hook and then circling her clit. On each movement, I spent longer and longer on her ‘pip’, rubbing and flicking. With each flick of my fingers, her body spasmed.
I noticed the film was still playing but didn’t know what was happening. Whilst there was sound, I wasn’t listening.
Her sex fluid started to pool in her knickers, and my fingers were extremely wet. Her body was rocking wildly, and her breathing was erratic.
Time seemed irrelevant; I didn’t know how long my aunt’s body had been building up to this, but she had hung on there well. Suddenly there was a rocket through her body, and she shuddered, one after another. I kept my rhythm, and she grabbed my wrist. I was squeezing her nipple harder now with my other hand.
“Please,” she screamed, “no more, it’s too sensitive.
Instead of completely stopping, I slowed and softened my strokes; her body relaxed, her grip on my wrist loosened, and her breathing less erratic.
“Hmmm,” That’s nice, she said; keep that pace.
She relaxed even more, leaving me to love her again with my fingers. I felt and heard squelching as the pooling increased. I was starting to throb in my pants as I anticipated allowing my aunty to sit on my cock, right there on the couch.
I remembered the first time I had entered her; it was right here on the couch; I needed to be inside her again.
The more excited I thought about fucking my aunty, the more I sped up and rubbed harder. Time seemed irrelevant; we were in our world of ecstasy. The film played on, more noise I couldn’t make out, my aunts panting and gasps drowning out the sound of the film.
I was lost in the rhythm, fingers wandering, rubbing, squeezing, the head of my cock throbbing, thoughts of fucking my aunty hard increasing.
“I’m going to come again,” she screamed, waking me from my trance.
Her body pulsed; she gripped me hard and locked onto my fingers, squeezing and writhing, one after the other. She then slowed again, releasing her hold.
I pulled my hand away and brought my fingers to her mouth; she was unsure at first but then understood what I wanted her to do; she took my fingers in her mouth. I allowed her a short time before I removed them, and I then tasted her cum.
The taste was slightly bitter, but knowing what I was sucking made it taste sweeter.
My aunty stood up, “I thought we’d last longer than that, but seeing as we have already started, I’ll show you your surprise.”
She slowly lifted off her top, revealing the white lacy bra that was part of the complete set; I now knew what was coming, and I lusted more for her. She let her top drop to the floor and let me take in her gorgeous appearance. She cupped and squeezed her breasts, teasing me more. I was jealous; I wanted to hold them, squeeze them, rip off the bra and suck hard on her engorged nipples.
I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would see them, but the thought of seeing her amazing nipples, a shade of brown and pink, heightened my excitement even more.
She turned to face away, and as she dropped her jeans from her hips and arse, she bent over, allowing me to see the top of her suspender belt, lacy white knickers and the top of her stockings. I wanted to grab her there and then, but I resisted. Her rear, voluptuous, presented to me, arse cheeks swollen, wishing to be parted.
I could see the dampness between her legs, her juices running down the inside of her thighs; I wanted to lick at them, to taste her sex.
She pulled her jeans off and discarded them in the middle of the room before turning to ask, “Like what you see?”
“Amazing,” I gulped, “I want you so much!”
She strutted slightly, keen to show me every part of her body. She had curves; I loved them; her thighs had girth; I loved them; her stomach was slightly swollen and beautiful; I loved her body and imperfections. I paid more attention to her body, dimples on her arse and thighs, drawing me in.
She lowered her wet knickers, took them off, and threw them at me. I caught them eagerly and brought them to my face; the smell of her intoxication made me breathless. She then approached me as I sat on the couch. She kissed me whilst undoing my jeans. I lifted my body from the sofa with my hands as she pulled them down, taking my pants along with the jeans. My cock sprung up in her face.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” she said excitedly.
With that, she straddled me on the couch, my throbbing cock quickly slipping inside, her juices lubricating the way in. She lowered herself, and I shuddered, my cock inside her, coated in her passion, almost too much.
With her slow motions, she paused to help lift off my hoodie and t-shirt. I reached down to slip each sock off.
With her tits in my face, still locked in their lacy cage, I reached around her back to unclasp their prison.
I slid the bra off each shoulder, then her arms and threw it to the floor. Her areolas were huge and slightly puffy; I took each, one by one, in my mouth, sucking and biting quite purposively. I wouldn’t leave them alone, they were mine, and I loved them.
As impossible as it was, my excitement increased. I wanted to bite and suck her hard, everywhere; I wondered if that was normal.
Her rhythm increased, and there was a squelch on every grounding; I leaned back and thrust upwards, allowing me to get deeper inside. Juices squirted up my stomach. She gasped and then screamed; I was as deep as her body would allow.
I let go of her breasts and lay back mesmerised as they swung and jolted, almost like they had their own mind. They must have been uncomfortable to let hang because she grabbed them, keeping her rhythm, lifting her nipples with her fingers.
I was aware of the new sensation, my body was getting ready to climax, but I didn’t want to cum this way and this quick; I wanted her from behind.
I lifted her off. Sensing what I needed, she got on her hands and knees on the couch, presenting her rear to me. I bent over and first licked the juices from both holes, paying particular attention to her butt hole. She groaned; she liked this; I wondered about anal but thought it was too soon for us to try something like that. Her body pulsed with every lick, and she pushed her holes back into my face harder, telling me exactly what she wanted with her motions.
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