Aunt Nicole, continued
Aunt Nicole and I spent the following afternoon in her goose-feathered bed. I am surprised in thinking back to that day that I can still recall much of what she said, or called out to me in her passion.
She was astride me, heaving up and down. It appeared to be her favorite position and, as a consequence, mine too.
"All ... most," she gurgled. "Almost ... there!" I steeled myself for her last flurry of jouncing before her orgasm hit home.
"Right ... right now!" she groaned into my chest. "Oh, Jesus, fucking Christ, just fuck me with that big dick! Oh, yes, fuck me!"
I renewed my upward thrusting, and she continued to grind her pelvis against mine, mashing her clit against me until, with a sharp shriek, her vaginal muscles locked down around my cock, and that was it for the two of us. I pushed my hips up one last time and, with my dick buried as deep as I could get it in her cream dripping pussy, I began to spurt about a quart of cum into her. Or so it seemed at the time.
We lay entangled within one another, kissing and cooing like lovesick teenagers. A few minutes later she gasped, "You're still hard," with pleased surprise.
"I need to come again for it to stay down," I told her.
"We can't have that," she giggled, and, sliding off my 'fuck-stick, ' as she so lovingly called it, said, "Roll over onto your back again."
"Any special reason?" I asked, teasingly.
"I wanna suck that big cock of yours. Maybe lick your balls too. Would you like that?"
"Oh, yeah," I said, and rolled over with my knees bent. My cock bobbed left, then right, but remained pointed at the overhead light fixture, as Aunt Nicole knelt in front of me, and gripped it with one hand, while spitting on the other before lubricating my dick. With a huge smile on her face, she leaned down and took me into her oh, so lovely mouth.
I found watching her lips tightly sealed around my cock exhilaratingly erotic. When she turned her eyes up to mine, seeking confirmation that I was enjoying her mouth and tongue, I lost myself to the languid pleasure her mouth provided me. It was eerily quiet in the room, except for the soft slurping sounds of her sucking and the occasional grunt on my part as she touched a new nerve on my cock and triggered a series of exquisite sensations throughout my young body.
"Ooop's," she blurted, as somehow my cock slipped from her mouth.
"C'mere," I moaned, and pulled her mouth to mine. I sucked her tongue, something Aunt Nicole delighted in, and found that I was tasting myself. It felt strange, but rather nice, too.
We spent the better part of forty minutes kissing each other, during which time my fingers caressed the outer folds of her pussy, and her hands fondled my balls and tickled my scrotum.
Moaning loudly, she ended the kiss, murmuring, "I've got to get back to business."
I cried out that I wasn't finished, and heard her giggling inanely as she slithered down between my legs.
"Oh," I said as Aunt Nicole studied my cock. "Do you know you have a beauty mark here?"
"Yes," I replied candidly. Once again I was surprised to find that I could tell Aunt Nicole anything, and did so. "I almost named it Beauty, as a matter of fact."
She was playing with my foreskin, and asked, playfully, "Why didn't you?"
"Because Beauty is feminine, isn't it?"
"Let's call it Handsome then," she said and laughed.
"You called me that yesterday," I reminded her.
"You are, you know. You are very handsome, in all respects. Women will fall all over themselves for you. But you must treat them with respect, and remember, you cannot tell anyone else about what you and they do together. It breeches the love pact the two of you enter into when you make love."
"I think I understand," I said.
"On the other hand, there's a quote I remember that also applies. If I get it right, it goes: 'All really great lovers are articulate, and verbal seduction is the surest road to actual seduction.' That's um, a woman named, Marya Mannes. I wrote a paper on her while in college."
"In other words, words are important in helping a woman to make up her mind," I said.
"Exactly, my sweet," Aunt Nicole chirped happily. "Now, Handsome, let's look at this lovely cock of yours. It's fortunate that you weren't circumcised."
"Why?"
"Why? Well, they would have cut your beauty-mark off," she said, rubbing her thumb tenderly over the spot.
"No," I said, disputing her. "Look it's much further down than where one gets cut for a circumcision."
"Hmmmm, well, maybe," she cooed, and kissed my beauty-mark, then licked my cock, already gleaming with her saliva, squeezing it tightly all the while. I was in heaven.
"Did you know the head of your handsome prickie resembles an acorn?"
"I never thought about it that way," I said, surprised at her observation.
She took the head between her lips, and sucked it fiercely for a moment, then alternated between licking and softer sucking. I groaned in satisfaction.
She was examining my cock once more, holding it aside to let the light play on it. Her fingers traced along the underside of the head, or acorn. "Do you know what this part is called?"
"Err, no, I don't."
"It's the corona. I'm going to pay some serious attention to it. It's very sensitive. Tell me what you think."
"Okay," I said, as she began licking her way around the underside of my cockhead. I tensed up from the sheer pleasure, and called out, "There! Right there! Oh, jeez, that's the spot!"
Karen hadn't done this, and I thought she had covered all the bases.
"Like this, my handsome nephew?"
"Oh, yeah!" I groaned.
