"Happy Saturday Anthony."
I opened my eyes to the sound of my name. I turned and looked at the red digital numbers on the alarm clock on the nightstand, next to me, and saw 2:56 A.M.
"Anthony, are you naked under these covers?" I heard a soft whisper say in my left ear as I felt a cold hand reach under my bed sheets and touch my naked thigh.
The voice sounded familiar, but it wasn't Aunt Meg's voice. I turned my head toward the whisper and saw a familiar face just a few inches from my face.
"Jasmine?" I asked. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I couldn't sleep." She said as she sat upright, on my side of the bed. "I kept visualizing the show you and Meg put on for me in my head and it was all I could think about. I figured since I was coming over later this morning anyway, I would let myself in and surprise you and Meg."
I turned to face the other side of the bed and noticed it was empty. Aunt Meg nowhere to be seen.
"Where's Aunt Meg?" I asked.
"I found her passed out on the couch in her bathrobe with her Mac on her lap. You must have really worn her out."
"Maybe we should wake her up and let her know you are here."
"Let her sleep Anthony. She needs her rest." Jasmine replied as she stood up.
I felt her hand slide off my thigh. She stood up, turned her back to me and pulled off her top. Then she reached down to her waist and pushed her bottoms down to her ankles. It was dark in my room, but I could see a faint outline of Jasmine's sexy curves due to the light entering my room from the moonlit sky, outside the window. I wished there was more light in my room so I could see Jasmine's smooth, mocha colored, outer pussy lips as she bent over. After getting undressed, Jasmine walked over to the nightstand and turned on the lamp, probably to let me get a good look at her perfect, naked body.
"The central air is making it a bit chilly in here. Do you mind if I get into bed with you to warm up." She asked.
"What if Aunt Meg sees you in bed with me." I asked, trying to clear the cobwebs from my head as I became more awake.
"If Meg sees me in bed with you, she will probably join us." Jasmine retorted with a giggle.
I felt the bedsheets lift up, off of me, and Jasmine climbed onto my side of the bed. I felt her left hand push down on my pillow as she supported her weight, while she swung her right leg over me. She kept her left leg on the opposite side of my body. I felt her soft breasts and hard nipples brush up against my chest. Then she pushed up, off the pillow and sat back. I felt her ass press down on my soft cock. Within seconds, my manhood began to swell.
"Does that mean you are happy to see me?" Jasmine asked as my shaft inflated and pressed up against her backside.
I put my hands on her thighs and caressed her soft skin. She put her hands on my chest and ran her fingers over my tight pecs. I bent my legs at the knees and thrust my pelvis up, off the bed with enough force that Jasmine's body lifted off of me and she fell forward, causing her to squeal in surprise. I dropped my hips back down onto the bed and slipped my right hand between her legs. I felt a wet spot on my right index finger and knuckle as I touched Jamine's smooth outer lips while I reached for my engorged cock. Jasmine figured out what I was doing rather quickly as she lay her chest on my chest and waited. I gripped my manhood and moved it around until I found the familiar wet spot with the tip of my helmet. As soon as Jasmine felt my cock touch her wetness, she slid her body down until I penetrated her. I felt a slight pop as my manhood pushed through her lubricated, outer lips and entered her velvet-like flower. I felt goosebumps form all over my entire body as her pussy swallowed most of my length.
"Oh fuck." Jasmine gasped as she felt me enter her.
Once I was inside her, she sat upright, lifted her pelvis up a bit and then lowered herself onto me, forcing my package deeper into the spongy muscles of her inviting, inner walls. She repeated this motion a few more times until my entire cock was deep, inside her. Eventually, she leaned forward and rested her breasts back down, onto my chest again. I placed both my hands on her backside and massaged her peach shaped ass, slowly.
"You feel really good inside me Anthony. You are the only man I've let enter me in several years."
"Hopefully, this won't be the last time you let me enter you."
"Let's just say that the three of us are going to have a lot of fun together in the near future." She said with a naughty smile.
I stopped massaging Jasmine's ass and brought my hands up to her face. I placed my palms on her cheeks and extended my fingers just behind both her ears. I pulled her face toward me and brought my lips up to her lips. Jasmine opened her mouth and slipped her tongue into my mouth. My tongue coiled itself around hers, like two snakes on the caduceus. I did the best I could to thrust my pelvis in and out of Jasmine, but the more I tried, the more she pushed down on me. On my final attempt to pump Jasmine's velvety slit, she stopped kissing me and sat up, until her twin cheeks pressed down on my aching balls. I wanted so badly to release my seed deep inside her.
"Slow down Anthony. I know you are a young man, but let's work on your self control. It will make you a better lover."
"Yes Miss Jasmine." I replied in a submissive tone.
"I like that. Call me Miss Jasmine for the rest of this experience, like I am your teacher and you are my student."
"Yes Miss Jasmine." I said again.
Jasmine leaned forward and began kissing me again. We kissed passionately for several minutes, our tongues wrestling in each other's mouths. My cock throbbed and spasmed, like it had a mind of its own, as if it was trying to let Jasmine know that it wanted to be stroked by her inner lips. Everytime my cock spasmed, Jasmine's pussy muscles tighten around my phallus. Either her pussy was spasming on it's own, or Jasmine wanted to tease me, in an attempt to drive me insane with desire for her.
I started feeling a small stream of warm fluid run down the base of my stem, down to my balls. Jasmines pussy was producing excessive amounts of lubricant. I knew her honeypot was well primed and it was obvious she yearned for the same thing I so desperately desired, at that moment and time. Eventually, Jasmine sat up and looked down at me.
"Anthony, have you ever heard of the Amazon position?" She asked.
"No." I replied confused.
"No, what." Jasmine asked.
"No Miss Jasmine."
