What has come before:
This story finds our 18 year old protagonist reconnecting with his mother's older sister on a visit to her home before he starts college in a nearby community. Turns out he's a lot more grown than she expected and she's a lot more... everything... than he expected.
All characters are over 18.
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Aunt Linda held me firmly against the bed. I wasn't restrained, per se, but I wasn't likely to move while my Aunt was grinding her pussy over my tongue. She had tossed the phone onto the bedside table and was using both hands to balance herself over me. I'm sure I could describe it better if I had been looking on from the doorway, but as I was wrapped in her thighs with my tongue busily attending to Linda's growing needs... well, it was all I could do to keep up.
I was living in a world of hot, slippery cunt. My best effort to control the situation was simply to use my hands to support her ass. Well, support might not be accurate. I ran my hands over her butt and thanked whatever quirk of fate brought me to this place. Linda was heavenly. Her pussy was flush and full. It unfolded for me and my tongue danced around her labia. I dipped into her well and drank from her. Nothing had ever prepared me for how much I would love this moment. Not only was I worshipping this glorious pussy, but I was ... and I couldn't have guessed this would be exciting... her plaything. Linda was straddling me and using me for her whim. And it was a nice whim. I used my nose to circle her hard little clit and then dip into her cunt. I wanted to absorb her scent. I wanted to wear her juices like a badge.
"Uhnn. Yes, little Bobby... you just keep up with me. I'm going to soak you in my juices and you are going to love it, aren't you?"
I wanted to say, "Yes, Aunt Linda" but I'm fairly certain I said "Ehhhhuhhhhnnnnnghhhh" instead. But, I'm sure she got the idea.
Linda used one hand to cradle the top of my head. Her fingers ran through my hair. Her grip began to shift my head from left to right... in the course of moving my tongue to
juuuust
the right spot for her pleasure. Her hips were rocking back and forth and I was quickly becoming less a friend, a partner, or a nephew and almost entirely a tongue to be fucked. And that was pretty okay by me.
As El's gyrations became quicker and more frantic, I could hear her breathing become much more ragged. Her thighs seemed to quiver as her whole body found itself on the verge of orgasm. I slid my hands from her ass up her back, and then, in one quick motion I clawed my hands inward and scraped my fingernails down her back, along her spine.
Linda grunted, shook, and collapsed onto my face. I felt the full pressure of her weight as she lost the ability to support herself. She was shaking. Trembling. And there was a pretty good chance she was about to fall forward off the edge of the bed. I rolled her over on her back as she twitched and moaned. It might have been in English... but, honestly, I'd stopped listening. I was starring at her twitching tummy... that's a beautiful thing to see – a body shaking in wave upon wave of pleasure. I couldn't resist, so I leaned in and flicked the tip of her raging, pink clit with the tip of my finger.
I probably shouldn't have done that.
Linda reacted in the way that a woman pushed beyond the realm of rational thought might when her far overstimulated, just orgasmed, not yet sane clit is touched. She kicked me. Okay, so not exactly kicked... more slammed her thighs together and yelled "Fuck You!" at me. I think she meant it in the nicest possible way, but she did also clip me pretty good in the side of the head as her legs slammed together to protect herself from any more pleasure.
I figure I deserved it... but I still chuckled a bit.
I spooned in behind Linda as she curled into a fetal position, wrapped her in my arms holding her close. Her body was warm, wet, and finally beginning to relax in the wake of one of the most powerful orgasms that I'd ever been near. It was a nice feeling. A beautiful feeling.
We laid there for what seemed like an age. Well, I wanted it to be an age. It was probably just a few minutes. Still, it felt right. Finally, Linda stirred. She rolled over and faced me. Grabbing my chin, she looked directly into my eyes and sternly said, "You, young man, should know better than to dive into a strange woman's clit when she's just had a mind-shattering orgasm. It's rude. And dangerous to your health."
I did my best repentant cunning linguist and replied, "Yes ma'am. I've learned my lesson. No more oral sex for you." I'm afraid I did break into a grin, though, so I might have ruined the effect.
She smiled and held my face still as she leaned in and ran her tongue around my lips, kissed the tip of my nose, and then leaned in whispering into my mouth "Learn whatever you want, Bobby-sox, but I'm afraid you're not going to get to opt out of eating my pussy ... I'm spoiled now." She closed the gap and kissed me passionately.
Pulling away, she rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up. I could see her testing the sturdiness of her legs as she stood. It made me smile. The pink lines running down her back were fading, but were certainly a nice reminder of what we had just done. As Linda walked into her bathroom, I stared at the ceiling and wondered just how I had stumbled into this.
I could hear my aunt peeing in the other room when the doorbell rang. Well, shit. Pizza.
"Cash is in my purse on the kitchen counter. Pay the man. Tip him reasonably well. Oh, and come here, first," Linda called from the master bath.
I stepped in and she tossed a hand towel at me with a grin. "You probably ought to wipe the pussy off your face, dude. I'd hate to imagine what they'd think of you."
We laughed as I ran the towel over my face and tossed it back to her. The doorbell rang again, as I looked around for my clothes. Shit. The living room.
"Hurry up, Bobby, the pizza is getting cold and the guy is going to leave pretty soon."
I dashed into the living room and spotted my pants. No time for careful dressing, so I called out toward the door "Just a minute!" as I tugged on my pants commando – but careful of the zipper. I grabbed my shirt and jogged toward Linda's purse. I slipped the shirt over my head and found the cash as the bell rang a third time.
Jogging to the door, I flipped the deadbolt and opened the door. A 30-something pizza delivery guy was waiting with that big insulated bag and a look of impatience. He was a bit too large to be tucking in that work polo shirt, but, hey, he brought me food so much is forgiven.
"Sorry about that," I said, "Just had to get the cash on my way to the door. I was, uh, on the other side of the house."
"Sure." He was, a bit put out, I think, to be greeted by an 18 year old guy and not the naked hottie he had imagined from the order call. Oh well, such are the disappointments of pizza guys. I handed him the cash (keep the change) and took the pizza. He started to turn back to his car when I saw his eyes widen and his jaw drop slightly. I wonder... and then my aunt... my very naked aunt... stepped up beside me and said, "Oh, great. The pizza's here."
Linda then slipped past me and was standing directly in front of the pizza guy who was, as I could understand, paralyzed by the uncertainty. Unsure what to do, he stood there gawking. El then squatted down in front of him, grabbed the pool towel that I had dropped when she had trapped me outside and stood back up saying, "You know, Bobby just leaves his towels everywhere... I'm always trying to get him to pick up after himself, but you know teenagers."
And with a grin, my unpredictable Aunt seemed to vanish back into the house. I shrugged awkwardly and added, "You know, sometimes I just forget" and I slammed the door, flipped the deadbolt and cackled.
I mean, really, what the hell is the story going to be when he gets back to the pizza place? Who knows? But, I do know that I tipped him too well considering what he got to see in the end. And I know about that end. It's a nice end. The scratch marks are even gone now. Mostly.
"Linda, you're probably going to rot in hell for that," I called out as I brought the pizza box into the kitchen.
Stepping around the corner, Linda smiled and said, "Hey, I promised a show... he got a show... can't complain about that."
"True, Aunt El, but that guy has to work the rest of his shift ... without relief... and that's not going to be fun for him, I'd guess."
"He's a big boy, Bobby-sox... he'll manage. Now open up that box, I'm starving! You'd think I'd been fucking all afternoon or something."
We sat there at the kitchen table, casually eating pizza like we did this every day. I still didn't know quite what to do with all this. At the moment, I was just enjoying the time. Pizza and naked women... two of my favorite things.
It was surprising, really. Linda and I fell into a casual, comfortable conversation. We were old pals and, sure, we'd just fucked like wild weasels, but still... you know, friends. It was remarkable.
Finishing up the pizza – we were surprisingly hungry – Linda stood up from her barstool at the kitchen counter and walked around behind me. Resting her hands on my shoulders she leaned over and kissed the top of my head.
"Okay, kiddo. I'm going to go put on some clothes... yeah, yeah, I know, but we should probably take in some of the local sights so you can properly report on all the edifying and non-sexual things we did during this trip... yes?"
"Well, I suppose that won't hurt, Aunt El. Well, not much anyway." I smiled and turned around in the chair. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled her close to me and looked up into her eyes. "Though, I'd be curious to know how I got quite so lucky. Not just every guy gets his gorgeous aunt for a graduation present, you know."
She smiled mischievously at me and replied, "They don't? I thought it was all the rage nowadays with you young people... you know, with your jitter bug dancing and your rumble seats."
"Well, I'm afraid, the fucking your aunt all afternoon craze never really took off at home." I chuckled and Linda pulled away from my grip. "Mores the pity, of course."
