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This sequel has been a long time coming, and for those of you who took the time to let me know that you'd enjoyed Aunt Ellen and to ask for more, my thanks. And my apologies for taking so long to do it.
This is a work of fiction, written for enjoyment and amusement, hopefully yours as well as mine. Comment and constructive criticism welcomed.
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I enjoyed the shower, with Matt carefully washing me and me just as carefully washing him. Of course, his prick was standing proudly to attention by the time I'd finished washing it and I couldn't just let it go to waste, now, could I? I didn't say anything, just went down onto my knees, took gentle hold of his pole and put it in my mouth.
Matt gasped, then groaned as I let my tongue swirl over the head of his tool. My head was bowed forward and the warm water was cascading over me and over Matt's lovely cock. His prick was warm in my mouth, firm yet resilient, velvet over rubber over steel. I bobbed my head forward and back, nipping the head of his prick with my lips as I moved, letting it hit the back of my throat, running my tongue around the head as I pulled back.
I had done very little cock-sucking before, but for some reason I was really enjoying this, and I think Matt was too, as his vocal response consisted of sighs and groans, with little coherence to his utterances. His fingers were in my hair, holding me as my lips fucked his prick.
Matt began to move, his fingers holding my head gently, his hips beginning to rock back and forth. He was fucking my mouth and I was loving it. As Matt's lovely prick moved in my mouth, I let my tongue move around it, adding sideways motion to Matt's thrusting.
"God, Ellen," Matt moaned, deep in his throat, "that feels wonderful."
I didn't say anything, I couldn't, not with Matt's prick in my mouth, but I glanced upwards, caught his eye and winked. He half laughed, half groaned and continued to fuck my mouth.
"Ahh, Ellen," he muttered, his voice hoarse, "that is so good, so fucking good." His fingers moved in my hair, caressing, his hips never ceasing their gentle motion. "You're going to make me come, Ellen. I can't last much longer!"
What little cock-sucking I had done in the past I had finished off with my hand. I had never had the taste of fresh come in my mouth, but this time it was different. If Matt was going to come in my mouth, I was going to taste it, swallow it, enjoy it, of that I was certain. Matt was beginning to pant and I knew he couldn't last much longer.
"Ellen!" he gasped suddenly. "Now, I'm coming now!" He stiffened and shuddered and suddenly this hot jet hit the back of my throat. I almost gagged, but managed to swallow, then began to move my head gently to milk the come from Matt's lovely prick. I don't know quite what I'd expected, but his juice was bland, slightly salty. Quite pleasant, in fact.
As Matt trembled into stillness and his prick began to shrink in my mouth, I swirled my tongue around the head and licked the last drops from him, then drew back my head and smiled up at him. He reached down and helped me to my feet.
"Thank you, Ellen," he said hoarsely, "that was marvellous."
I smiled at him, but didn't say anything, moving into his arms to kiss him. I still had a good portion of his come in my mouth and as I kissed him, I let him taste himself. He stiffened as my tongue met his, then relaxed and kissed me hungrily. I gently broke the kiss, swallowing the remainder of his come.
"Do you like the taste of yourself, Matt? Is it good?" I asked, grinning at him.
"Yeah, but that doesn't matter, Ellen. Did you like the taste?" he asked seriously.
"I did, Matt, another first for me. I've never actually swallowed semen before, but I think I might do it again." I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. He grinned back.
"I'll look forward to it." He stuck his head back into the still-running shower spray, then shook his head and glanced sideways at me. "You've eaten, how about me?"
My pussy spasmed at the thought of Matt eating me and I shuddered briefly. "Matt, honey, I would love to have you eat me." I hugged him fiercely. "But first, let's get dried and have some dinner. That will give us both the chance to get our strength back."
Matt laughed. "Anticipation, the best aphrodisiac," he murmured.
"The boy's a poet," I joked, appreciating the sentiment, because I was certainly looking forward to being eaten. I had a sudden thought. "Matt?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"How long can you stay?" Please say overnight, Matt.
"I'll have to be home tonight," he said ruefully. "Me, Todd and some of the other guys from school are going off into the desert for a week, starting tomorrow morning. We arranged it ages ago. Sorry, Ellen, I'd much rather be with you."
I was disappointed, but I hid it and smiled at him. "OK, if that's the way it is, but you're going to be limp when I let you go tonight. Come on, let's get dried and get some food."
So we did. Mind you, we helped each other to get dried and my pussy was wet, Matt's prick was hard, and we were both tight with anticipation by the time we were dry. We didn't dress, just threw bathrobes on. An hour later there were only crumbs and chicken bones left on our plates. We scraped off the debris and I stuffed the plates into the dishwasher. No way was I wasting valuable sex time on things like washing up. Food, yes, food gives energy and I wanted Matt raring to go.
I took his hand and led him through to the living-room. "Wait there for a little while, Matt, while I feed the dogs. Will you help me walk them later?"
"Of course I will." He grinned at me. "Hurry," he said.
I took him at his word and ran out of the room. The dogs greeted me in their usual affectionate way and after I'd set their food out I spent a few moments playing with them, before heading back to the living-room. I was barefoot and my steps were silent in the carpet of the hallway. I paused and peered around the door post. Matt was flicking through a magazine he'd found, sprawled on the couch. He looked totally relaxed and very desirable. He hadn't seen me so I pulled back, loosened my robe and dropped it on the floor in the hallway. Naked, I stepped into the room, swinging my hips and strutting towards him.
Matt looked towards me as I came in and his face lit up in a smile of greeting. He looked me up and down and as I reached the couch he stood up, discarded his own robe and took me into his arms, bending to kiss me with an evident, erecting desire that left us both panting. As he broke the kiss I dropped my head to his chest, then looked up at him.
"Are you going to eat me now, Matt?" I whispered.
He didn't say anything, just moved me gently so that I was sitting comfortably on the couch, then pushed my legs apart and knelt between them.
"Yes," he said.
He smiled at me then leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. The kiss was gentle, loving, but I wanted more and I pulled him hard towards me. The kiss took fire and our tongues duelled for space in our hot mouths. Eventually, gasping, we broke the kiss. I was breathing hard, as hard as when I used to run the 100 metres sprint at college, totally anaerobic. Matt was little better, but he grinned at me and licked the end of my nose. I laughed, then moaned as he let his lips and tongue trail down my neck, nibbling at my collarbone, licking the cleft between my breasts.
His hands were on my thighs, gripping lightly as he leaned forward between my spread legs. He let his lips trail lightly sideways until my nipple was in his mouth. He nipped gently with his lips then gently took my nub in his teeth, biting delicately. I shuddered, trembling as he nuzzled his way across to my other nipple and repeated his loving assault.
My nipples were like pebbles, my whole being felt like it was on fire and I could feel my cunt getting wetter and wetter. Matt had reached my navel now and he pointed his tongue and pushed it in, then blew a rasp against my belly with his lips, making me giggle hysterically. My whole being was centred in my pussy, waiting for the touch of his mouth. I spread my legs even further apart, obscenely widely apart.
"Eat me, Matt," I muttered urgently, "eat me."
He smiled up at me and blew a kiss, then took a wisp of my pubic hair between his teeth and tugged gently. I managed to laugh, but I was getting desperate for the touch of his tongue. I shave my pussy, except for the little tuft at the front which I rather like, and I could feel my juices trickling down my crack. Matt looked up at me and extended his tongue. I closed my eyes, waiting, then shuddered as I felt his tongue sweep the whole length of me, from ass to clitoris. I couldn't help myself, I moaned as if I was in pain, my thighs clamping on Matt's head.
His tongue swirled over my clit, making me jump, then he lapped gently at my pooling juices. Every nerve ending in my pussy was ready, waiting, but he withdrew his head slightly, turning to kiss and lick at the inside of my thighs. I waited, screaming silently inside myself, then gasped anew as his tongue flicked my clit.
Matt's tongue flicked and licked all over my cunt, now lapping at my cleft, now flicking my clitoris, now licking my thigh. Sometimes he would purse his lips and kiss at me, cunt, clit, thigh, there was no pattern. I could feel the pressures building up in me; my breath was shortening, my belly was beginning to tremble and my whole being seemed centered in my cunt. My heart was pounding and I could hear my blood coursing through my very being.
"Matt," I moaned, "I'm getting close, Matt, you're going to make me come, Matt!" I was getting closer and closer to climax as Matt licked and sucked at me. I don't know if Matt could feel a change in me, or whether I screamed my release to him, but just before I knew I was going to come, that I was going to tip over the edge, that there was no way I could stop myself, Matt suddenly dug his tongue into my crack and ran it hard the full length, from ass to clit, then fastened his mouth on my clit and sucked.
That was it, I came. I came hard, shaking, screaming his name, gripping his head between my thighs, my fingers in his hair. I was just starting to settle when he did it again, tipping me over the edge once more, then again. I felt totally washed out, the incredible pleasure suffusing my whole being, warming me.
Gradually my thighs released their stranglehold on Matt and I eased my cramped fingers from his hair. I swallowed, my throat dry, then managed to speak. "Thank you, Matt," I whispered, "that was incredible!"
He looked up at me from where he knelt between my legs and smiled. "I enjoyed it," he said simply. "You taste good."
I grinned at him. "You're a messy eater, Matt, you've got me all over your face. Come here." I tugged at his hands, meaning to kiss him and perhaps lick some of my juice from his face, but Matt had other ideas.
He came up at my tugging, yes, but he gently spun me so that I was flat on my back on the couch, swung his leg over and before I realised what was happening he was in me, his erection buried to its root, his balls against my ass.
"Yes!" I exulted, "Fuck me, Matt, fuck me hard!"
