Author's note:
For the sake of continuity, please read Aunt Anjali – Chapters 1, 2 and 3.
My apologies for not completing this story earlier. Thank you for all the feedback, comments, requests, story ideas, encouragement and exhortations to complete the story. They have motivated me to continue. Keep 'em coming.
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This is a true story with the names changed.
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She wiped us both clean and dried our bodies from top to toe and we went to the bedroom. We lay down on the bed and I looked at her waiting for events to unfold.
She looked at me and then putting her lips on mine, started kissing me passionately. I kissed her right back, rubbing my lips on hers. Her tongue pushed at my lips and after a few moments she asked me to open my mouth and let her tongue enter my mouth and put my tongue in her mouth. I complied and new thrills started coursing down my body as our tongues wrestled with each other.
We hugged each other, rubbing our skins together, her nipples grazing my chest, my knee touching her plump mons and getting coated with the wet slime of her cunt juices. Our hands were all over each other's backs and our gentle caresses soon turned into the bunching of each other's flesh in our fists. I reached for her prize butt, pressing and shaping it and leaving my finger marks on its fair surface. I held each fat cheek in a hand. Then I parted them and let them fall in place together, looking over her shoulder at what I was doing. She kissed my nipples, then licked and sucked them. She took my penis into her palm and started frigging it. The feeling was wonderful. All these mutual explorations and ministrations soon had me erect again and my penis started poking her belly.
There was lust but there was also affection. I could see it in her eyes and feel it in my heart. Of course there was also virgin curiosity on my part. I wanted to see and touch and experience this woman. Her feet patted mine. Her thighs rubbed mine. We relished the sensual contact of our skins. She smelled good to me and I was lost in the moment, oblivious to the world. In those moments, we belonged to each other.
She put her hands on my head and started directing it downwards. I found myself looking at her breasts. She lifted the left one up with her hand and gripping it in her fist, she offered the nipple to me, pushing my head down. 'Suck', she said. I took the proffered nipple into my mouth and started sucking avidly. I coated it with my saliva and started pulling at it with my mouth. I periodically licked it with my tongue. I looked up and saw her staring at me with glassy eyes. Her eyes were clouded with lust and she pressed her boob into my mouth and said, 'Eat it. Bite it lightly'. I did. She pulled that boob away and moved my head to the other boob, scissoring the large, erect nipple between her fingers and spearing it aggressively into my mouth. She pulled my hand to the teat that my mouth had vacated and pressed my palm to it with her own. I must have sucked and pressed those large boobs one after the other for 20 minutes. Her nipples lengthened and darkened and became engorged. She cried out a couple of times and must have been hit by several small orgasms.
