What has come before:
This story finds our 18 year old protagonist reconnecting with his mother's older sister on a visit to her home before he starts college in a nearby community. Turns out he's a lot more grown than she expected and she's a lot more... everything... than he expected.
All characters are over 18.
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Aunt Linda held me firmly against the bed. I wasn't restrained, per se, but I wasn't likely to move while my Aunt was grinding her pussy over my tongue. She had tossed the phone onto the bedside table and was using both hands to balance herself over me. I'm sure I could describe it better if I had been looking on from the doorway, but as I was wrapped in her thighs with my tongue busily attending to Linda's growing needs... well, it was all I could do to keep up.
I was living in a world of hot, slippery cunt. My best effort to control the situation was simply to use my hands to support her ass. Well, support might not be accurate. I ran my hands over her butt and thanked whatever quirk of fate brought me to this place. Linda was heavenly. Her pussy was flush and full. It unfolded for me and my tongue danced around her labia. I dipped into her well and drank from her. Nothing had ever prepared me for how much I would love this moment. Not only was I worshipping this glorious pussy, but I was ... and I couldn't have guessed this would be exciting... her plaything. Linda was straddling me and using me for her whim. And it was a nice whim. I used my nose to circle her hard little clit and then dip into her cunt. I wanted to absorb her scent. I wanted to wear her juices like a badge.
"Uhnn. Yes, little Bobby... you just keep up with me. I'm going to soak you in my juices and you are going to love it, aren't you?"
I wanted to say, "Yes, Aunt Linda" but I'm fairly certain I said "Ehhhhuhhhhnnnnnghhhh" instead. But, I'm sure she got the idea.
Linda used one hand to cradle the top of my head. Her fingers ran through my hair. Her grip began to shift my head from left to right... in the course of moving my tongue to
juuuust
the right spot for her pleasure. Her hips were rocking back and forth and I was quickly becoming less a friend, a partner, or a nephew and almost entirely a tongue to be fucked. And that was pretty okay by me.
As El's gyrations became quicker and more frantic, I could hear her breathing become much more ragged. Her thighs seemed to quiver as her whole body found itself on the verge of orgasm. I slid my hands from her ass up her back, and then, in one quick motion I clawed my hands inward and scraped my fingernails down her back, along her spine.
Linda grunted, shook, and collapsed onto my face. I felt the full pressure of her weight as she lost the ability to support herself. She was shaking. Trembling. And there was a pretty good chance she was about to fall forward off the edge of the bed. I rolled her over on her back as she twitched and moaned. It might have been in English... but, honestly, I'd stopped listening. I was starring at her twitching tummy... that's a beautiful thing to see – a body shaking in wave upon wave of pleasure. I couldn't resist, so I leaned in and flicked the tip of her raging, pink clit with the tip of my finger.
I probably shouldn't have done that.
Linda reacted in the way that a woman pushed beyond the realm of rational thought might when her far overstimulated, just orgasmed, not yet sane clit is touched. She kicked me. Okay, so not exactly kicked... more slammed her thighs together and yelled "Fuck You!" at me. I think she meant it in the nicest possible way, but she did also clip me pretty good in the side of the head as her legs slammed together to protect herself from any more pleasure.
I figure I deserved it... but I still chuckled a bit.
I spooned in behind Linda as she curled into a fetal position, wrapped her in my arms holding her close. Her body was warm, wet, and finally beginning to relax in the wake of one of the most powerful orgasms that I'd ever been near. It was a nice feeling. A beautiful feeling.
We laid there for what seemed like an age. Well, I wanted it to be an age. It was probably just a few minutes. Still, it felt right. Finally, Linda stirred. She rolled over and faced me. Grabbing my chin, she looked directly into my eyes and sternly said, "You, young man, should know better than to dive into a strange woman's clit when she's just had a mind-shattering orgasm. It's rude. And dangerous to your health."
I did my best repentant cunning linguist and replied, "Yes ma'am. I've learned my lesson. No more oral sex for you." I'm afraid I did break into a grin, though, so I might have ruined the effect.
She smiled and held my face still as she leaned in and ran her tongue around my lips, kissed the tip of my nose, and then leaned in whispering into my mouth "Learn whatever you want, Bobby-sox, but I'm afraid you're not going to get to opt out of eating my pussy ... I'm spoiled now." She closed the gap and kissed me passionately.
Pulling away, she rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up. I could see her testing the sturdiness of her legs as she stood. It made me smile. The pink lines running down her back were fading, but were certainly a nice reminder of what we had just done. As Linda walked into her bathroom, I stared at the ceiling and wondered just how I had stumbled into this.
I could hear my aunt peeing in the other room when the doorbell rang. Well, shit. Pizza.
"Cash is in my purse on the kitchen counter. Pay the man. Tip him reasonably well. Oh, and come here, first," Linda called from the master bath.
I stepped in and she tossed a hand towel at me with a grin. "You probably ought to wipe the pussy off your face, dude. I'd hate to imagine what they'd think of you."
We laughed as I ran the towel over my face and tossed it back to her. The doorbell rang again, as I looked around for my clothes. Shit. The living room.
"Hurry up, Bobby, the pizza is getting cold and the guy is going to leave pretty soon."
I dashed into the living room and spotted my pants. No time for careful dressing, so I called out toward the door "Just a minute!" as I tugged on my pants commando – but careful of the zipper. I grabbed my shirt and jogged toward Linda's purse. I slipped the shirt over my head and found the cash as the bell rang a third time.
Jogging to the door, I flipped the deadbolt and opened the door. A 30-something pizza delivery guy was waiting with that big insulated bag and a look of impatience. He was a bit too large to be tucking in that work polo shirt, but, hey, he brought me food so much is forgiven.
"Sorry about that," I said, "Just had to get the cash on my way to the door. I was, uh, on the other side of the house."
