It was a night to remember. It was for me, anyways. Auntie Em and Mrs. Medford will have to speak for themselves. Can't right now, though. They're sleeping like little babies. I would be, too, but I woke up with this incredible urge to piss.
I was still luxuriating in the warm afterglow of our long, continuous session of lovemaking. Didn't want to disentangle myself from the arms of those two luscious looking women for nothing in the world. But a full bladder has a one track mind.
Reluctantly, I crawled out of bed and went into the bathroom, stood before the toilet and pissed for a solid year. The more I pissed the more relieved I felt. Left the bathroom thinking to myself, "Always gladder when the bladder is flatter." One of the truest statements ever made. It was around four in the morning.
I didn't want to risk the chance of waking either of them by climbing back into bed so I padded into the kitchen, turned the light on, poured me a large glass of OJ and put a couple slices of bread into the toaster. Buttered up the toast and sat down at the table. Took my first sip of orange juice and began to think on the events of the night before.........
Once inside the bedroom, Auntie Em released her hold on my steel rod, moved over to Linda and practically leapt into her embrace. They kissed, their cheeks hollowed with desire as one sucked on the other's tongue.
Auntie Em's hand moved haltingly up Linda's stomach until it touched her breast. The kissing ceased as Auntie Em broke away and began to undress Mrs. Medford.
Auntie Em pulled the zipper down and pulled the dress off Linda's shoulders. Linda shrugged as she grabbed her dress at the waist and pulled, all the while twisting her torso back and forth.
With the dress bunched at Linda's waist, Auntie Em helped her to get it off her hips. I watched it fall to the floor in a heap.
Mrs. Medford was wearing a pink bra. Rose patterned lace adorned the top of each cup. My eyes traveled down to her stomach.
A bright green thong that did little to hide her sex was quickly pulled down to Linda's knees and on down to her feet. Linda stepped deftly away from the dress and the panties and waited while Auntie Em kicked them away revealing Linda's pubic hairs. What's left of them, anyways.
Her bush was well trimmed. A rectangular strip of close cut bright red hair lay smack dab in the middle of Linda's mound. Mrs. Medford's drapes definitely didn't match her carpet. Who'd a thought it?
They came back together in a hug. Auntie Em took Mrs. Medford's face in her hands and tilted it up a bit until they were gazing into each other's eyes. My mother's sister lowered her lips to Linda's.
Mouths open, Auntie Em backed away an inch or two. Linda pushed her tongue out of her mouth at the same time as Auntie Em. Their tongues met in the open air and began battling back and forth. Finally, Linda Medford's tongue retreated back inside her mouth. Auntie Em's followed close behind.
I could tell that these two fantastically beautiful examples of the female form were far from finished with each other so I retreated to the comfort of the soft-cushioned chair that sat in front of my auntie's vanity table.
Auntie Em was slow and deliberate as she grabbed a butt cheek in each hand and pulled Linda even closer. My auntie groaned as Linda gripped hers in return. They ground their quivering mounds together as they broke their kiss and began panting loudly.
Auntie Em hesitantly slid her hand up along Linda's arm and latched onto her breast. She mauled that bountiful orb for the longest time before letting her hand drop to her side. She bent at the knees and moved her mouth towards Linda's nipple.
Auntie Em hovered over that brown protrusion, blowing short, hot bursts of air against it. She moved closer and began to tease Linda's nipple with the tip of her tongue.
Linda groaned rather loudly. "Yessss," she hissed through clenched teeth. "It's been soooo long." She pressed her hand on the back of Auntie Em's head and pulled her in closer until I feared my auntie would suffocate.
For a long while they both seemed content to stand there in the middle of the floor, Auntie Em's face pressed against Mrs. Medford's big ole milker while Linda continued to caress the back of Auntie Em's head.
When they broke contact, Linda told Auntie Em, "Let's get to the bed while I can still walk."
They all but fell onto that great big king sized bed, coming together as lust stoked their fires of passion to a fever pitch.
Linda groaned and arched her back when Auntie Em continued lavishing her attention on her left breast. Auntie's left hand was on Mrs. Medford's right breast, holding it, caressing it and gently rubbing the tip of Linda's nipple with her palm.
Me? I remained seated, enjoying the view. For the moment, I was quite content to continue being an observer to the hot, sexy scene that was unfolding before me and continue stroking my cock.
Linda bent her leg and began moving her knee back and forth against Auntie Em's mound. I'm quite sure she was making contact with my auntie's clit because Auntie Em began to shudder all over. She ceased playing with Linda's tits, her body slowly wilting like a balloon with a slow leak. They lay there, Linda panting heavily with Auntie Em on top of her, twitching and shuddering as though she were as cold as hell.
This time, Mrs. Medford was the aggressor. She pushed my Auntie Em onto her back and joined her sensuous frame to Auntie's. She then pressed her lips against my auntie's, shoved her hands between their upper bodies and began to attack Auntie Em's tits.
Auntie Em squirmed beneath Linda, wrapped her legs around her waist, raised her hips off the sheet and joined her mound to Linda's. Pelvis against pelvis, mound against mound, they moved in unison.
I scooted the chair closer to the bed, intent upon getting a better view of these two women. It was difficult to fathom, this idea of church going ladies squirming against each other, their luscious bodies locked together in such a lewd embrace. Put clothes on them and let them walk around in public and you would never imagine them doing such sinful things. You would think they sang in the choir or something.
Despite Linda having twice drained the sap out of me not too many minutes ago, my pussy pleaser had stayed stiff. Once again my brain was sending signals throughout my body asking for relief. I could tell that it wouldn't be very long before it would be begging and pleading for some attention.
Their legs were open and spread wide, revealing two pussies, their lips in almost perfect vertical alignment, weeping profuse amounts of liquid desire.
Mrs. Medford moved down until her mouth was hovering over Auntie Em's right tit like a soaring vulture going in for the kill. She attacked my auntie's milk bag with her mouth, her lips and her tongue.
I watched as Linda's tongue swirled around the outside of Auntie Em's dark brown areola, leaving a trail of warm saliva in its wake. Then, without warning Linda pursed her lips and wrapped them around the nipple. I could see Mrs. Medford's facial muscles contract and then relax each time she sucked that elongated rubber looking pap into her mouth.
Auntie Em was squirming like a little kid with a full bladder waiting to get the teacher's attention so she could go to the bathroom, spreading her legs wide and then bringing them back together again. "Oh, oh, oh," she kept repeating in a low murmuring moan. Every once in a while Auntie Em would inject a high pitched "Shit" or "fuck" into her murmurings.
Linda turned her attention to Auntie Em's other breast, licking and sucking like the world was going to end before she and Auntie Em could satisfy each other's needs. She began slowly kissing and licking her way down Auntie Em's body, soliciting more cries of passion when she poked her tongue into my auntie's navel.
Finally Linda's face was directly over Auntie Em's beautifully full black bush. She spread Auntie's lips apart and buried her nose as far inside Auntie Em's hot, weeping canal as it would go. Auntie Em was trembling as she latched onto Mrs. Medford's hair and gently pulled.
"No," she grunted. "No."
I was puzzled. Why would Auntie Em not want Linda to lick her kitty? Evidently, Mrs. Medford was also puzzled. She lifted her face from my mother's sister and looked up at her.
"Whatsamatter, hon? Did I hurt you?"
Auntie Em had fallen so far into the throes of passion that all she could do was shake her head. She extended her forefinger, pointed it down towards her body and made a circular motion, asking Linda to turn around.
It took a few heady moments for Mrs. Medford to understand what Auntie Em was trying to say. When it finally entered her mind what my auntie was wanting her to do, she spun around and quickly settled her face over the entrance to Auntie Em's cavern of passion.
Auntie Em wrapped her arms around Linda's hips and pulled Mrs. Medford's pussy down to meet her expectant lips. Linda screamed in ecstasy when the tip of Auntie's tongue first made contact with her clit. She hunched her hips and jammed her gate of life hard against my auntie's face just before she returned to licking Auntie Em's pussy.
With an occasional sojourn along Auntie Em's skid plate, Linda's wide tongue lazily licked its way from one end of her slit to the other. Almost uncontrollably, they twisted and squirmed against each other. I could feel the torturous expectations emanating from these two horny women as one tried to scratch the other's itch.
That was it! I'd had enough. I had to slide my cock into something. It would be a shame if I jerked off into my hand while these two willing, older women were lying on the bed in front of me. But the way they were going after each other, I was hesitant to start anything.
While I was making up my mind, the two of them rolled over in bed. Now Auntie Em was on top, her face still buried in Mrs. Medford's cunt. It was a wonder they were alive and breathing. I don't remember either of them coming up for air. Not once.
Suddenly Mrs. Medford lifted her face, jammed her pussy onto Auntie Em's mouth and screamed. "I'm doing it! I'm filling your mouth with my juices! Can you feel......"
Linda's body shook violently. Suddenly it went stiff and unyielding. "Unh, unh," she said repeatedly, her voice sounding low and gravely.
