It finally happened…
100% fiction!
Over the past year I had reconnected with an Aunt I had a falling out
with. She had come to visit, and we hit it off again. We would text all the
time, and talk on the phone like once a week. We would often go out to party,
and usually flirt back and forth. She was a decent looking woman for being 35 (I
was 23 by the way). She had black hair, olive skin, and a petite figure.
Standing about 5’4, I always told her she was the perfect height. We would hit
up several bars a night, and she would usually end up finding me a girl to take
home. I would try to return the favor, and find her a young stud to teach a
lesson. She ended up hitting it off with one particular guy, and they ended up
getting married.
After about a month of marriage, he took a job in Florida and she moved away.
Within a month she started asking when I could visit. About a week before I was
scheduled to go, she shot me a text saying her husband would be out of town but
still wanted me to come. We decided we could make it like old times, and hit up
the local Orlando scene. The first night I got down there, we painted the town.
At the last bar, while both of us were shit faced, she leaned close while
talking and we ended up kissing. She realized what was happening, and ran out of
the bar. I paid our tab, and went outside to find out she had left me there. I
took a cab, and when I walked in she was sobbing on the couch. “I can’t believe
I did that,” she said. “What will your mom think of me?” I sat down and tried to
comfort her by putting her head on my shoulder. “Look,” I started,”We don’t have
to tell her anything. We are adults and got caught up in the moment.” She seemed
to accept that, and went to bed.
Over the next two days she was distant. We didn’t speak much, and she always
seemed deep in thought. I would often catch her staring at me, as if she was
trying to look right through me. The third night I woke up to her standing over
my bed, in what was barely a night gown. When she realized I was awake, she
bolted from the room. Needless to say, I was confused. The fourth day, I went
and explored the city a little bit. I got home around eight, and she was already
drunk. “I really need to talk to you,” she slurred from the living room. “I want
you to know, I really enjoyed our kiss the other night.” I was a little stunned,
but let her continue. “I just haven’t had much of a sex life since we moved
here. Jeff is always working late, and is always tired when he comes home.” I
spoke, “I really enjoyed our kiss Christine. I am not ashamed at all.” “I am so
glad you said that, I just wanted you to know I wasn’t mad at you.” I thanked
her, and decided it was best if I left the room.
The fifth morning, I knew it was only a matter of time because she walked in
knowing I was in the shower. Her gaze stayed locked on my cock, and I knew she
would be wanting a treat soon. I covered myself up quickly, but her smile said
she liked what she saw. When I was dressed, I went to the kitchen where she was
making breakfast. “I was thinking we could go out tonight,” she said. “Since you
only have one more day, we need to go all out tonight. Hit every place in town.”
“Sounds like a damn good idea,” I quickly responded.
She had to go into work for a couple hours, so I was showered and ready when she
got home. She told me she would be right out, so I just waited on the couch till
she was done. She showered for what seemed like forever, then slowly walked
through the living room in what had to be the smallest towel in her house. At
this moment, I knew what she wanted. I don’t know what came over me, but I
followed her to her bedroom. She was standing at her mirror, bent slightly over
putting on her make up. I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around hers, and
kissed her on her neck. She sighed, and gripped my hands with hers. She leaned
her head back to allow me more access to her neck, and I slowly teased her with
kisses and slight tickles from my toungue. She turned around, and started to
passionately kiss me. She probed deep with her toungue, and started undoing my
pants. I was out of them in what seemed like a second, and had my shirt off in
another. I picked her up, and put her on her dresser. I started to work my way
down her body, paying attention to her small, but perky breasts.
I kept going lower, untily I was at her freshly shaven pussy. It was still very
fragrant from her shower and tasted better than any I had ever been with. She
moaned in pleasure, and pulled my hair. “Oh my god,” she screamed, “Please dont
ever stop!” I didn’t even look up to acknowledge her, I just kept teasing her
amazing pussy. She pushed my head away, and hopped off the dresser. She gave me
a quick kiss, then dropped to her knees. Now, my cock isn’t huge by any means,
but at 6.5 inches in lenght and 5 in girth it usually gets the job done. She
seemed satisfied with it, as she gave my head adoring kisses, and passionately
licked up and down my shaft. She finally took the entire length of my cock into
her mouth, nearly bringing me to my knees. She was definitely a pro at cock
sucking, sparing no amount of experience on giving me a blow job. Right when I
thought I was about to blow my load, she told me to lie on the bed.
At this point, my Aunt had complete control over me. She climbed on top of me,
placing her pussy right over my waiting lips. She slowly slid her tight cunt
down my body until the tip of my now throbbing cock was resting at her whole.
“You really think you’re ready for this,” she questioned. “Oh fuck yes,” was all
I could manage to scream. With that, she thrust downward and I was finally
inside her. This was the moment I had been wanting for a long time, and it was
finally happening. She moaned in pleasure as she bounced up and down on my hard
cock. I had never experienced such pleasure, and was hoping it would never end.
She climbed off, breaking me from my trance, and faced away from me. She once
again, lowered herself onto my waiting cock. I cannot describe the view of
watching my incredibly horny Aunt getting so much pleasure from my cock.
“Please don’t stop fucking me,” she demanded, “I have wanted this for so long!”
I nearly came just hearing this. I finally decided I wanted to take control, so
I pushed her off me and onto her back. I put her legs over my should, and
slammed my cock into her quivering pussy. I pushed her legs up until her knees
touched her ears and began to pound her tight cunt. She made a noise that told
me she was in obvious ectascy, and whispered incoherent phrases into my ear. I
became relentless in my assault on my Aunt’s vagina, releasing a years worth of
sexual frustration. I had gotten deep into a zone, getting so caught up in what
we were sharing. I pulled out of her, and flipped her onto all fours. I wasted
no time reentering her perfect pussy. I pulled her hair as I continued pounding
her sopping wet cunt, enjoying the sounds of pleasure I knew I was bringing on.
I felt her pussy tighten up, and she let out the loudest orgasm of any woman I
have ever been with. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, so I quickened my pace.
I pulled out, and spun her around so she was facing my cock while on all fours,
and shoved my cock back into her mouth. I begin to pump her mouth while, and she
gave no resistance. Seeing her willingness caused and instant unloading of cum.
I shot my entire load into her waiting mouth, and she swallowed every last drop.
I collasped onto the bed beside her, and she snuggled up close.
“I cannot believe we just did that,” came a familiar statement. “I am so glad it
finally happened.” “So am I Christine, that was by far the best experience of my
life.” She gave me a little kiss, then started kissing down my body. One last
adoring kiss to my cock, and she stood up to get dressed. At this point it was
far too late to go out, and I decided to change for bed. I spent the night with
her, laying in bed exhausted from our session. She saw me to the airport the
next day, and brushed her hand across my cock as she gave me a hug. “Thank you
again for last night,” she said,” I really needed that.” I hugged her, “It was
my pleasure!” I got on the plane that day not really knowing if it will ever
happen again, but I always know that we have that one night to remember
together.
