"Honey, you're going to make me cum."
The timing was up to her now. My body went rigid when I could hold out no longer. Stacy continued to pound at me as hot cum pistoned from the back of her pussy to the tip of her clit. She started to shudder and could continue no more. I laid on my elbows and hugged Stacy as her quivers subsided. Leaning to her ear I whispered.
"I saved the best for last. I love that you swallow when I cum in your mouth."
"I knew that was coming."
"And I love that you are forever faithful."
"Will you also be forever faithful?"
"Till death do us part, now how many reasons did I list?"
"Ten"
"Wow, you were paying attention."
"That's another reason why you love me."
We started laughing and cum started to squirt out of Stacy around my cock. My cock came out as I grabbed for a hand towel from the headboard. I held the towel below Stacy's pussy.
"Laugh Stacy laugh. Laugh Stacy laugh."
Cum rolled from her pussy as she howled. When she was done I took a final swipe up her slit with the towel. Stacy squirmed a little as she was still sensitive. I knelt down and repeated the process but with my tongue instead of the towel. Another post orgasmic quiver rocked Stacy's body and I circled her clit with my tongue to keep it going.
"Ough" She cried.
"I thought you might like that. Just a little going away present."
Stacy kissed me deeply as she always does after I lick her freshly fucked pussy, just to share the taste. We finally rolled out of bed and finished dressing. The cars were packed and the canoe loaded. All we had to do was grab the cooler and go. I was to lead and Stacy would follow to the ending point of the canoe ride. I pulled of the road with Stacy following right behind. I got out and locked up my car. Stacy moved to the passenger side to let me drive. As I was getting into the car Dick's wife drove by on her way to work and honked. I waved and got into the car and started the ten mile drive to our starting point. The sexual irony of the upcoming picnic lunch was on my mind.
In order to fully appreciate the significance of the sex on the canoe trip you will need some background information about my wife and me. My wife Stacy and I met in the summer before her freshman and my senior year. Stacy attended the same church as my girl friend. She was very attractive for her age. The age difference was significant at the time so nothing ever came of it.
Many years and many girlfriends later we ran across one another at the local fair. It had been a year after she graduated and she was hot. At 5'1" and 105 lbs. She had thighs and hip's stolen from a fertility goddess, micro waist and the face of an angel. She came up to me with some guy who looked like a Jock and started talking to me. I asked her if she knew whom she was talking to because I was thinking that girls this good looking don't just come up to me and start talking. I'm 5'10", 165 lbs., above average looks and fit but I wasn't a lady killer by any means. She said "Yes, you are Andy West. Aren't you?" I replied "Yes, and who are you"? She said Stacy Young. I asked her if she knew Butch Young. She replied "Yes, he is my uncle." Then I made the connection. Butch Young married my first lover. In fact she was the very girl friend that had introduced me to Stacy at the tender age of 14. What a difference 5 years made. We made small talk but I was feeling uncomfortable with this guy standing there glaring at me. We said our good byes and continued on at the fair.
I couldn't wait to find some friend who could fill me in on Stacy and her Jock friend. It turned out that their relationship was on it's' last leg and if I wanted her I had better move quick. I did and we were married four years later. That is how my first piece of ass became my Aunt.
This particular river trip would take us right past a camping and picnic spot that is also accessible from a dirt road. Parkers quite frequently use this picnic spot and other pulloffs. This particular spot is where I got my first blowjob and it was from Auntie Lynn.
Ahhh Auntie Lynn. I remember it well. It was a nice fall day and the leaves on the Park trees were beautiful. Lynn and I were working at a barbecue that was a fundraiser for my senior class trip. The barbecue was in the park at the town center and we would rather be anywhere but there. We left when we could with no particular destination in mind.
Vibrant colors lined the U.S. Route as it wound through the valley beside the river. Lynn's home was on a township road that continued along the river. Before we got to her home we decided to continue along the river to look at the fall leaves. That meant turning off the township road and onto a dirt road before we got to her house.
The leaves were just as beautiful but they took on a new aura as we left civilization behind. Spring wasn't in the air but the sent of harvest was. I didn't know it at the time but I was about to reap what I had sown.
Our relationship had evolved through the various stages of kissing, petting, hand jobs, finger fucking and oral sex. Although I had orally brought her to orgasm many times she still hadn't let me cum in her mouth. It's funny how a girl can tell when a guy is just about to cum. Her technique had evolved from hand jobs. She would grab the base of my cock and place as much as she was comfortable with in her mouth. Then she would reposition her hand to rest against her chin. That was her stop. We were not going to go any deeper than that. She would bob up and down while jacking me with her hand. When I was ready to come her head would come off, move out of the way and her hand quicken. It was then a race to get me off. This was the current stage in the evolution of our love life.
We continued driving until we came to the lodge of a local benevolent order. I had attended summer camp with the YMCA many times in my youth so I knew the river well here. I pulled off to take Lynn down to the river and railroad tracks. We walked down the tracks away looking for railroad spikes. The track was falling apart but they still used it on a weekly basis. We skipped some stones in the river before ending up at the top of the bank.
When I tried to put my hand down her pants she stopped me. She told me that aunt Martha was visiting. I knew what that meant and my disappointment must have shown. She unzipped my pants, took out my cock and started stroking it gently. I turned and started kissing her on the neck while rubbing my hand along the inside of her thigh. If I couldn't touch her pussy I could at least make her wetter. Lynn firmed up her grip on my cock and started moving the skin along the hard center of my shaft. She knew just how far she could stroke it while avoiding my pain threshold. After a while she loosened up her grip and let her hand gently brush the shaft while maintaining firm contact with the head. I let out a moan from the pleasure concentrated at the head of my cock. Soon the head was slick with precum with Lynn's hand sliding over it.
When it was fully massaged into my cock Lynn slid down between my legs. Lynn looked up at me and gently licked the underside of my shaft. Dropping her eyes to the task before her she slipped the head into her mouth. When her lips had slid past the rim of my head about a half an inch she started sucking and dragging her lips back across it. What a rhythm, Slide in suck and drag, Slide in suck and drag, flick the underside with her tongue, Slide in suck and drag.
Soon I was moaning and a canoe was coming down the river. Somehow I had to keep quiet and Lynn occupied but not to animated. I started to run my fingers through her hair and offering directions. By the time the canoe was in visual range Lynn's head was lying still under my guiding hand. It appeared as though a young girl was lying on her boyfriend's lap while the sucking continued. When the people in the canoe started to wave I waved back hoping they would stay quiet. This voyeurism and blowjob were getting to me.
When the canoe had passed I pushed her head down my shaft with the hand that was still in her hair. She responded by placing her hand at the base of my cock and started slowly stroking. The pace became frenzied as my cock slid in and out of her luscious lips. I knew an orgasm was eminent when my balls pulled up tight to my body and the cheeks of my ass clenched tight. Lynn hesitated for a second and I realized "Of course she knows when I am going to cum. She picks up on the same signals that I do."
Lynn resumed her frenzied pace and I told her that I was about to cum. She never hesitated and continued as if I never said anything, as if the very idea of stopping was foreign to her. My ass lifted about three inches as I shot my first blast into Lynn's waiting mouth. Her head stopped bobbing up and down while her hand continued pumping. The cum rolled out of the corners of her mouth after each blast that I released and broke the suction with her lips. A pool of cum was collecting between base of my cock and my underwear but I wasn't complaining. The cum finished drooling from Lynn's mouth as the spasms from my cock subsided.
She sat up and leaned over to me. I recognized what was coming next and realized that I had never contemplated this situation or what I would do in it. Do I kiss Lynn with cum in her mouth or not? If not, will she ever give me another blowjob? That was simply not an option. My lips met Lynn's and I tasted my cum for the first time. It was not thrilling although it was a small price to pay.
Stacy snapped me out of my daydream. "Your turn is coming up."
"What? Oh. "
While I was reminiscing about Auntie Lynn I almost missed the turn to the launch area for the start of the trip. Now if I could just find the picnic spot from the river in time to pull over maybe I could talk Stacy into something.
