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An Auntie I'd Like To Fuck

By: fuzzyb2



This story is very close to the truth. I do have an auntie Suzanne, and she is about 20 years older than me, and I did go on a road trip alone with her. I have only embellished the tale slightly because it needs so little. In other words, about 90 percent of this is completely true. To this day I flash back any time I need a great memory to help me handfuck myself. Enjoy.




Before there was such a thing as a MILF, if you know what I mean, I had the opportunity to enjoy an AILF... an aunt I would like to fuck. Let me share that tale.

Suzanne was my mother's sister and she lived on the other side of the country while we lived in British Columbia, Canada. That means it was a rare thing for our family to see anyone "from back east." It also meant that a visit from Suzanne, without her husband, and Esther, with, was a real treat for all of us.

This was the first time they had visited BC and Suzanne could not stop talking about how amazing everything was: the mountains, the ocean, wildlife (not that kind... yet) and even how friendly people seemed to be. She was loving it. And though she did not know it, I was loving her just as much. (Maybe change that to lusting her.)

At the time I was a university student just about to go back to second year. I was as busy as could be with a summer job in the local mill that paid very well, but also offered regular overtime work. The result was that I was able to 'bank' about a week of vacation for myself before going back to school.

If I had only known how good a week it was to be, I think I would have banked even more.

After a few days doing the rounds of tourist locations in our town, visiting friends and spending lots of money on gifts and souvenirs, Suzanne started complaining that she wanted to do something more interesting. She had heard about an exhibit in my university town and got it into her head that they should go there for the last four or five days of their vacation. But no one was having any of that; they all preferred to mooch around the home town and relaxing. "Too much driving and stress," complained my family along with Esther and her husband.

"Fine!" exclaimed Suzanne. "I will go on my own, by bus." Suzanne had always been headstrong, stubborn actually.

I have to thank my sister for this next bit. We'd never got along all that well and she was happy when I was off at school so she suggested that "Paul should drive her to the exhibit!" That would get rid of me for her, and would get Suzanne off their backs with her demands for more adventures.

It did not occur to me right away how this might turn out. I was certainly willing to undertake the trip, just to entertain Suzanne (honest!) but I did not want to be seen as encouraging the idea too much. I complained about missing work. About it being expensive as we'd have to stay in two hotel rooms (my apartment was not available yet, not until the first week of September when all students returned), and I did not want to be stuck with my "old aunt" for four days.

I actually said 'old Suzanne' out loud, and they bought it. Of course, all my straining to get out of this backfired you might say. I was eventually forced, I mean convinced, that I should do this as a good nephew, and to get Suzanne the vacation experience she now wanted.

To this day I don't know if Suzanne planned all this, but I like to think she did.

Suzanne was far from old, as I had complained. She was exactly 19 years older than me; I was 20 at the time.

I should probably give a better description of my aunt. Suzanne is exactly five-foot-five and weighed, I think, 118 pounds. That means she was perfectly shaped for my tastes, slightly rounded in all the right places and not so skinny you could count ribs.

Standing, as she usually did, in five-inch heels wearing a tan that could have been stockings, her legs were superb. The curve from the heel to the knee was perfect; her firm, womanly thighs were equally wonderful. I knew this because we'd often gone to the lake for swimming, tanning and hiking. She did not hike, but she did swim well and rested often on her giant beach towel. Her tan was genuine, and I could never quite avoid staring at her and almost getting caught more than once. At least, I believed she had not noticed, after all, I was her nephew, right?

To continue, her athletic thighs curved beautifully into a firm but generous butt, enough to hang on to (I really, really wished) but not so much as to look fat. Her 40-year-old hips and tummy were very good for a 25-year old; for her, excellent!

Next, her breasts. I cannot say enough about how wonderful these appendages were. She had to be a large B cup, maybe even a C cup. Her bikinis were the right size, but even then those wonderful breasts strained at the fabric. And somehow her nipples were virtually always noticeable. Sometimes it was just a hint of bump, but a lot of the time they were right there about to poke you in the eye. (I was sure she never saw the attention I was giving her breasts, all of her actually.)

Suzanne's pretty face was framed with short, wild hair that yes, always looked like she'd just got out of bed. I was pretty sure she had highlights done, but they just added to the almost red hair — a real family trend, actually. She looked good.

Once the family had decided that I would be taking Suzanne on her road trip, I played the wronged youth, resigned to doing the right thing. But only if she paid for everything, I insisted. In the meantime, I could barely conceal my excitement over the next three days pending the trip.

The Monday before we were set to leave I could barely get to sleep: we'd be leaving early for the three-hour trip to university. We loaded up the bags into my car, said goodbye to the family and pulled out of the driveway.

My heart was thumping. It was all anticipation, but tempered with "get real — this is not Penthouse Letters, after all."

I could not have been more wrong.

We drove, chatting about Suzanne's plans for the excursion and the places she was most looking forward to visiting. For my part, I listened and answered her questions as they came up. After all, it was my 'other' home town. Concentrating on driving I mostly forgot about the fact that I was travelling alone with my hot aunt. Alone!

We'd been driving uninterrupted for almost two hours and it was time to stop in for refreshments and a fill-up. When I pulled in to the most convenient station, Suzanne literally jumped out of the car, calling back to me... "I have to pee!"

I filled up the car and got us a couple of soft drinks and was waiting patiently at the side of building away from traffic. I could see Suzanne when she came out. I almost did not recognize her. She had changed into tights with a loose-fitting, nearly sheer top cut really quite deep. As she got back in she just said "let's get going," totally ignoring my look of surprise, though I would have sworn she had a little smirky smile going.

When we got out of the city traffic into the rural area she finally asked if I had noticed her new outfit. And did I like it?

I stammered a "I sure do" about the outfit, and posed the question: where in the heck did you get the outfit?

"I had the tights under my jeans, and the blouse was in my handbag," she explained. "I knew it would be hot (she paused ever so slightly) so I planned ahead.

Hot. Right. No kidding.

I could barely keep my eyes on the road. Suzanne had slid her seat all the way back and was stretched out completely, feet on the dashboard and firm legs crossed at the knee and featuring those fabulous thighs. I could even see the swell of her right breast standing firmly in the gap of her blouse. Even more distracting were her clearly visible nipples pressed hard against the lightweight fabric. That was when I realized Suzanne had removed her bra as well.

I was sufficiently distracted that I did not see her watching me appraising her nipples. There were thick, rather large; I could even see their bumpiness as they stretched to their maximum. I kept glancing sideways, making sure she still had her eyes closed. She did, probably.

"It looks like you are enjoying the view from there, Paul," she said softly. I nearly jumped out of my seat.

"What? No way. I was just looking out the side window! I wouldn't do that. No way!!"

She saw how nervous she had made me. "It's okay Paul," she offered, "besides, I have been glancing at you a bit, too." That was when I realized my erection had tented my shorts, giving me away completely.

"We have always been honest and open with each other, right Paul?"

"Yea. I guess."

"Then let's be honest now. I have been hoping you would like what I was showing you, and I think you have, don't you think?"

I mumbled, still shaken over the directness of Suzanne's observations. "That is true, aunt Suzanne."

"You should call me Suzanne for this trip. It'll be more fun if we are not locked into the aunt-nephew thing all the time."

I have to admit that I still did not really understand what she meant. And my confidence was simply not enough for me to take her up on it by asking questions. I just refocused on the driving. That was until I heard her breathing change pace.

Since I had been so easily caught, I fought the urge to look over. I could not have her see me watching again. What if she was offended. (Clearly, I was more naive than I would have cared to admit at the time.)

Suzanne offered me some grapes from the cooler and when I accepted, she simply slipped one between my lips. When she fed me a second, I realized that there was something strange about the fruit. It smelled funny, I thought.

By the third one, I realized that I was smelling pussy juice. To say that was an erotic moment would be a massive understatement. Somehow, though, I still held on to the idea that I would offend her if I said or did anything. Was I ever wrong?!

Traffic was not too heavy but still kept me from looking over. Besides, I was trying to 'will' my erection down.

This was something Suzanne deemed unacceptable as she nudged my shoulder saying, "you should see this."

I glanced over. She was still reclined in the seat but this time her legs were slightly spread, her feet still on the dash. As I watched, she slowly moved her right hand under the elastic of her tights (yes, LuluLemon if you must ask) and worked her fingers slowly down. I almost forgot the road, but came back right away. Her fingers were walking their way down. I could see every little movement through the stretchy, almost translucent fabric.

Watch road! No watch hot aunt! I could die! Who cares? Can't you see what she'd doing?

Her had stopped at the top of her pubic area, the fingers spread out and she cupped her mound. Fuck! That was almost too much. I was losing my naiveté, and the car was drifting out of the lane... "Why don't we pull over, Paul?" she suggested, her voice sultry and low. 

And to make things even better, at that moment a rest area, complete with trees, grass and paths appeared on the right. I pulled in faster that I thought possible. She said "let's park over there, on the far side, away from these other cars."

I backed into a spot beneath some sprawling cedars that offered shade to make the spot rather dark — invisible from the other end of the rest area almost.

I removed my seat belt and nervously asked, "how's this?"

"Perfect, now sit back and watch — maybe you'll see something you like."

Her hand had never strayed from her pubic mound; now I saw a couple of fingers start to flick left and right. Slowly, then a bit faster the fingers rubbed. Suzanne's breathing was coming fast by now. She was really enjoying the show she was giving me.

"You like?" she mumbled hoarsely.

"You have no idea," I whispered, afraid I might say too much and spook her into quitting. Not a chance of that, it turned out.

Soon she had most of her hand buried in her pussy — I could see three fingers working in and out in a frenzy. She was now panting openly, occasionally holding her breath then releasing it in short, sharp bursts. (I found out later that these her response to 'little' orgasms.)

Suzanne moaned loudly — I realized where we were and quickly looked around. Nothing to worry about. It was then I felt her left hand reach out to my thigh. Her eyes were closed tightly, the right hand was fucking away, and she was sliding her hand towards my cock!

I could never have imagined this could happen to me, let alone would happen. But there she was, masturbating wildly and holding on to my thick erection. Her hand slid up the leg of my shorts and beneath my underwear; she grasped my cock hard. At that very moment, Suzanne groaned, screamed and shuddered in a wild orgasm.

"Holy fuck! That was great!" she said, looking right into my eyes. Her right hand was still cupping her mound; the left hand meanwhile had started to make small, firm strokes on my cock.

I must have mumbled something because she stopped suddenly and asked, "Is something wrong? Are you okay?

More mumbles and she realized what an effect the whole scene had had on me. The best clue was probably the pulsing of my cock in her hand, even though she'd stopped jerking it. "Is it okay that I am holding your fabulous erection, Paul" she asked.

I was starting to get my voice, and my wits back. "Ye-ye-yes. Are you sure we should do this?"

"Not if you don't want to, but I am way too turned on to stop unless you tell me to," she confided. "That was one of the best orgasms I have ever had, Paul, and it was all because of you. I could see you watch me even when you didn't know it and that's what started to turn me on. I didn't really plan for this, but once I started thinking about who you were, and the fact that we would be alone for four full days, I couldn't really help it."

"Really? You felt that? That is quite a compliment auntie Suzanne."

"Yes, I am your aunt, aren't I? I kind of like the sound of that now, my nephew."

By now she had slipped her hand out from underneath her tights. She asked me if I was finding this very hot.

"You have got to be kidding, Suzanne. Hot? It is the most fucking erotic moment of my life and I will never forget it."

"Erotic? Really... then what about this?" she asked, as she slipped her right index finger between my lips.

I went back to mumbling, something about her amazing pussy taste.

She still had not let go of my cock. Though she seemed to realize it when it jumped as her finger dipped into my mouth.

"Looks like you will be needing a bit of release, too, Paul. Want me to look after it?"

Back to mumbling.

She had me sit up a bit, move the seat all the way back, and slip my shorts down to my knees. I looked around again, wishing away anyone that might consider coming close. This could NOT end. Not yet!

Suzanne slipped her hand through the gap in my underwear, loose boxers. She struggled to guide my unbending hardon through the hole telling me, "this is so hot, especially digging out your amazing cock while you're sitting there."

Once she'd worked my cock out of my shorts she began to slowly stroke it up and down, very slowly all the while changing her grip from firm to barely touching. It was hell, or was that heaven. I was completely taken by the moment.

Suzanne's hand barely made it around my erection, her fingers barely reaching around. As she was moving her hand along my shaft I was watching her, mesmerized by the view of her little hand hanging on. She was digging into her purse with the other hand. She finally found what she was looking for: moisturizing cream. She popped open the tube with one hand and brought it to my cock and drizzled a stream onto the head.

Then she really went to work jacking me off. She worked her way into the space between the seats where she could get a proper grip with both her hand. They worked back and forth, swirling and twirling so quickly, then ever so slowly.

Suzanne was a pro. Or maybe my Aunt was simply spectacular at the handjob because every time I was getting close to coming, she sensed it and pressed a thumb hard against my urethra on the underside of my cock. It held off my orgasm. Then she would start again first with one hand, then both. It was the most fucking incredible session I had ever had, and trust me, I had jacked off enough alone and with others to recognize great masturbation. And this was great.

I was thinking nothing could be better than having my 39-year-old aunt giving me a handjob in the car. Then it got better.

I watched her lean towards me. Her lips were softly thick and open slightly. (When did she put on that 'fuck-me' lipstick colour?!) I saw her lovingly kiss the knob atop my erection. It was like she was kissing a crab apple — she had made me so hard for so long that I could not have been more erect, or bigger. And there she was, planting an amazing wet kiss... and taking the whole knob into her mouth. Fuck! The feeling was indescribable. Just imagine, the perfect mouth. Soft but firm. Plenty wet but not drooling. And she just held the head in her mouth for what seemed forever.

I had not been able to stay watching as the ecstasy I felt made me throw my head against the headrest, closing my eyes at the same time. I truly was in heaven. I was realizing that what was going on could not be the fantasy I had imagined. After all, my fantasy only had me fucking Suzanne, and maybe eating her pussy a bit. This was so much more!

Then things changed and my eyes just gasped open. Suzanne was sliding her mouth down over my cock, slipping more and more of it in. She kept swallowing until there was only about an inch left. She had a full six thick inches of my cock in her mouth and throat!

"Holy fuck, Suzanne," I cried out. "Holy fuck!!!!"

It was her turn to mumble something and given that her mouth had that much of my cock in it, that made sense. She pulled back so very slowly, firmly gripping my erection all the way to the head. Then she let it slip out of her mouth, wet and throbbing.

"I have been waiting to eat you up for weeks, Paul," she told me. "I had no idea your cock would be this delicious, and such a perfect size, too. Thank you."

She was thanking me? You just have to lover older (not that much) women, don't you. She thanked ME for doing what she had done. Wow!

Suzanne then asked me a ridiculous question: "Do you want me to finish you off now?"

All I could muster was an "uh-huhh. Please."

She said nothing, just slipped back into my crotch and in one fell swoop, took my whole cock into her mouth and held it there. Unbelievable! Then I felt her tongue on my balls. I nearly came, but again, she seemed to know and her hand quickly slipped in to grasp the base of my cock, pressing hard and preventing me from coming. I was in hell — okay, not really.

"You are an amazing cocksucker, Suzannne."

"Mmmphn-mumble-uh-humm..."

"Can I come soon," I asked. Implored, actually. 

She mumbled something that sounded like 'if you must.'

"I must. I must."

She was moving her head up and down, on my throbbing cock. Each time she would swallow most of all of it and I would feel the back of her throat with the tip, then she'd let it almost slip out of her mouth and just much on the head. This only went on for a few more minutes as I was entirely ready to come.

And come I did. She knew it was happening and she was ready.

I shot so much sperm into her mouth that I doubted she could handle it. She did, but for a small amount that slipped out of the side of her mouth, trailing down the shaft and over her hand. She was not going to let any get away and after showing me the very full load in her mouth, she swallowed in a big gulp.

Then she brought her hand up to her lips and licked off the tablespoon of cum that had escaped. Before I could say or do anything, she was kissing me... and transferring my own cum into my mouth. I was hesitant, but she explained, "if I can enjoy that much of your cum, you can certainly take part, can't you?"


An Auntie I'd Like To Fuck Ch. 02



This true story continues, taking up from an exciting hour at a rest stop where my aunt Suzanne performed admirably and brought me out of my naive ways, from fantasy to reality. We've arrived at our destination, my university campus and my aunt is about to teach me some fine lessons. Enjoy.




Suzanne and I arrived at our destination in Victoria, BC and drove to the campus where I had reserved two rooms for us in the dorms (they're available at great rates for existing students during the summer). We checked in and were given keys to the two rooms, both on the same floor, but in a 'single students' building.

I let Suzanne into her room, giving her the key and telling her I would be back in a few minutes. I went off to my room three doors down, across from the bathrooms.

While the rooms were a bit Spartan, they did have large single beds, linens and some personal space. The showers were communal, accessed from the hall: one side for the girls, the other for the boys. Though technically coed, there was a divider keeping the two areas apart, but these were fabric and had been washed enough times to be almost see-through.

After unpacking — in record time — I went down the hall to Suzanne's room, wondering what she had in mind. (And wishing the obvious, of course.) Trust Suzanne to be way more advanced than 20-year-old me.

She had unpacked as well but was now wearing one of the bath towels supplied to residents. Thick and plush, but a bit on the small side. She was all wrapped up in it but it covered only enough to be polite. Her amazing legs were visible to just a few inches shy of her pussy; the top left little to the imagination when it came to her breasts. ("Thank you residence association," I almost said aloud.)

"I desperately need a shower, Paul, before we go anywhere."

"Okay. Sure." But what about sex or something fun? That part stayed in my brain.

"Don't look so disappointed, young man. I have a plan for you, too."

"Oh!" I think she could see my heart pound as she said that. "What did you have in mind?" I was able to mutter.

"I'm going to the shower right now but I want you to come in and pretend you're sneaking a look at me while I am in there. Let yourself in quietly and pretend I don't know you are there."

"Wow."

"You got it, stud! But there is one more rule."

"Oh?" I was so well spoken... usually. This was not the usual, though.

" Not only are you to pretend to be stealing a look at your aunt, you also may not speak or whisper a word — if you do, I kick you out and the show's over. And I want you to stay dressed while you're watching, too. Can you live with that?"

"Of course, auntie. I promise." My cock was already at half-mast — as if I wouldn't agree. But stay dressed? She had to be kidding.

"Good, then off I go. Give me about 10 minutes."

And off she went traipsing down the hall in her towel and flip flops. I swear she was wiggling her ass extra just to tease me. Good!

I locked up her room and went into mine to wait. I was committed to waiting the full 10 minutes. It was like torture. Just thinking about what was waiting for me had me rock hard, so hard I even considered jacking off so I wouldn't come the second I saw Suzanne, or better yet, touched me. I left it alone, blood pounding both in my cock and in my heart. Could this even be happening?

There was only one way to confirm it was all true — time to go into the women's shower room.

I did feel pretty sneaky walking through the boys' area and past the curtain to the girls'. Then it occurred to me: what if there was someone else in the girls' section?

Turns out there was only the one shower occupied (I still wondered what would happen if she'd been playing a trick on me and someone else was showering. Too late to back out; I was going in... but very quietly, as requested.

I pulled back the curtain ever so slightly, peaking in to see that it was indeed Suzanne. It was, but I could see so little as the room had steamed up and the shower stall was turned away slightly from the entry. But it was Suzanne. I would recognize those legs anywhere.

I quietly slid into the area and took up a seat on the cedar bench along one wall from which I had a complete, unabridged view of my aunt. My heart had never stopped pounding, only now it had a real reason to do so.

And my shorts were now so constricting that I was in pain from the erection pressing up against the fabric. I slipped my hand in for a second to adjust the angle of my hardon; the pain eased slightly, though not the erection.

Suzanne had been standing still under the hot shower as I entered, rinsing all over and letting the water pour over her hair and down her body.

She was spectacular. No question. This was the hottest woman I had ever been privileged to see. By far.

Her legs were strong and athletic, showing off the swimming and yoga she practiced regularly. (What? I knew that because we had talked about other things, too, while driving down.) They were lightly tanned, but very evenly. I let my gaze slide slowly from her feet and their perfect pedicure, along the calf (what a calf!) to her knees and easing into her thighs.

Her colour was even all the way up, that is, until about half an inch from her hips. I watched as she stood facing away. What a glorious tan line. It followed what had to be a bikini no larger than a pocket square. Wearing that tiny piece of cloth, she would have showed off about half of her cheeks and almost her clam. 

As I imagined the bikini bottoms across her tight ass, Suzanne slowly turned towards me. She was playing the role so well I almost believed she could not see me. But I could see her perfectly. The bikini line was but a string over the hips and the tanned skin extended well into her pubic area. There was only about an inch on either side of her labia that was not tanned. If the backside had been tiny, the front was microscopic.

I adjusted my cock again.

Suzanne began to soap up one of her legs now, slowly, leisurely, and more erotically than I could have imagined. She would take the soap into one hand and slide it up and down her thigh. This was followed by both her hands working together on the thigh to work up a lather. She turned away from me again to lather and soap her lower leg — you bet she knew I was there. This was the greatest show on earth!

Bent at the waist, knees locked, Suzanne demonstrated one of her best yoga poses. Her legs and thighs were tightly together and as amazing as they looked, I could not tear my eyes away from her pussy, clam actually, as it peaked out between her upper thighs.

I adjusted my cock once more.

The show was killing me, but I had promised to watch and stay dressed. I could only image the prize for following her orders. (Turns out I had not even been close after all, but more on that later.)

Suzanne straightened up slowly, almost like a cat stretching in the sun. She raised her arms above her head, letting the froth of the soap glide down her taut arms and over her chest. I had already seen some of her tits, but nothing like this. A deep cleavage and part of an aureole was great and would usually have marked a high water point in sexy views. This was better.

As the lather slid across her, I have to say, perfect in my opinion, breasts, she brought her hands down to work the soap into her chest. Using both hands she first lathered up her right breast, taking great care to make sure it was completely massaged and cupped. Then she moved to the other one, following the same routine, always concentrating her eyes on the job at hand.

Suzanne's boobs were even more spectacular than her thighs. I know these things because I am, above all, a tit man; thighs of this quality were a close second however. They were beautifully shaped, resembling an overfilled water balloon with only a slight sag of age... or was that because of size. "Who cares?" I thought.

I repositioned the cock again — this was getting ridiculous!

Looking back up to the show I caught Suzanne glancing towards me. She'd watched me with the shorts. I think I blushed, though I don't know why.

As perfect as my aunt's breasts were, her nipples were just as worthy. They had long been as rigid as my cock, I think. They were a good size, proportional to the boobs and surrounded by about an inch of areole that was tightly puckered. (She knew how to enjoy the show, too, I think.)

Her tan was not marked by lines as her ass and mound had been. They were tanned all over but for a couple of square inches around her nipples. Was there even a bikini that small? And where would she wear it? (She explained later that they had a large private pool at her home.)

And she kept soaping and rubbing her big tits. That's when I realized she was turning herself on at the same time as she was teasing me. Then it got better. Suzanne rinsed off the soap under the full force of the shower... and took first one, then the other nipple into her mouth. She worked the whole nipple and surrounding pucker between her lips. And she was sucking on them hard. Then she showed her teeth as they bit down on a nipple. I almost came in my shorts. I would not be adjusting any more hardon — it would probably set me off and I did not want that happening... quite yet. Still, the fabric had tented clearly and obviously. (I saw her glance out of the side of her eye again. Good. Let her suffer a bit.)

That was when Suzanne got to work soaping up. Both hands worked down her tight tummy and slid over her pussy mound. She soaped up, both hands together, one on top of the other — she was applying pressure against her cunt, that was obvious.

Suzanne repeated the soaping a few more times until she started to shake and make those little sounds I had learned about in the car. She was starting to come. I almost did, too.

As she was getting closer to her real climax, she took one hand away, pointed to me and hoarsely said "show me your big cock."

Not to be outdone, I acceded to her request, but at my speed. I slid the zipper down so slowly that I could have used a watch to time it. Having done that I went to take off my shorts but Suzanne stopped me, making it clear she wanted them to stay on. I think she had a thing for sneaking peeks at exposed cocks.

I understood completely and carefully worked the meat through the zip in the shorts — I was not wearing underwear just in case this happened. It took almost a full minute for me to let my hardon show completely outside my shorts. But finally, I was FREE!

My cock throbbed, bobbed and demanded attention.

Suzanne, meanwhile, had gone back to two hands at her pussy, and they were at full speed now. Her breath was getting very short, her mouth gaped open and her tongue seemed to reach for her tits. She signalled that I should approach now.

"I want you to come on my ass, Paul. Rub your cock and jack it off onto my body. Now!"

"No problem."

"Give it to me, nephew!"

That's all it took for me to come. And come I did. I shot a load of thick cum across one cheek right to the other one. The second shot was much shorter, but just as thick and motivated. By the third shot it was only shooting a couple of inches, landing on her thigh.

As I was coming onto her awesome ass, Suzanne was coming all on her own. Her body was shuddering, shaking, almost throbbing with the orgasm. As she started to calm down she told what to do "rub that cum into my ass, Paul. Get it all and slide your hand down to my clam. I need your hands on me."

With both hands I spread out my jism over her perfect cheeks. As one hand continued to rub that little bit of heaven, I slipped the other down between her clenched thighs to come into contact with her beaver. I had barely slipped one finger between her lips when she came, even more wildly that she'd done just a few minutes before.

What I did not expect was for her to reach back to grab my still half-hard cock. She pulled me into place in front of her and crushed me against her chest. I was dressed, but now completely wet and with my cock hanging out rather obscenely. 

Suzanne held my face between her hands and kissed me deeply. Her tongue pushed between my lips and danced around my mouth. I did not disappoint as kissing has always been one of my best things! (I may not have had much sex, handjobs or fellatio, but I had kissed my way through much of our first year class in residence.

Suzanne leaned her head back, away from me. Looking right into my eyes, she smiled and whispered an ever-so-genuine "Thank you, Paul. You are so much fun."

Then she pulled my head down between her slick, rounded and very firm tits, gripping me close. She had really enjoyed things, and me? I was in heaven.

I finished showering, new boner proudly standing out from my short-cropped pubic hair, just bobbing in the air looking for Suzanne, or even my hand. It was not to be, though I did spend an inordinate amount of time making sure it and my balls were very clean. She liked that I could see. But all she did was watch, a small smile on her lips.

We each went back to our individual rooms and got ready for our dinner date. Suzanne had made it clear that it was 'my' town so I had better show her a good time, starting with a terrific dinner.

To be continued...



An Auntie I'd Like To Fuck Ch. 03



This true story continues. Having discovered how much woman my aunt really is, and how often I can get it up for her, we go out on the town for a special night together, but there's a surprise to come. Enjoy. 

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After I made myself presentable for the finest of the city's restaurants, and to meet Suzanne's expectations (I must say myself that "I looked damned good!" I just hoped she agreed.)

Her instructions had been to bring the car around to the front of the students' residence and wait for her to come down. I had rushed a bit to get ready just so I would be waiting when she came out. I needn't have worried. Suzanne, it seemed, understood the value of anticipation. Anticipate I did, for over 40 minutes! 'Where in the hell was she?' I kept wondering. Had she changed her mind? Had something gone wrong? Could she simply be that slow?

I had parked so I could watch the entranceway almost directly ahead, slightly to the driver's side. I saw a movement in the lobby — there she was! Nope. It was a very young looking coed heading out for a run... she looked I stared at her every step she took, and then she was gone — perfect butt and all. It was a wonderful moment, but I really did want Suzanne.

And then she was coming out of the door. She walked slowly, almost carefully, taking each step very intentionally and giving me every opportunity to appreciate why the wait had been worthwhile.

Suzanne wore my favourite look — how had she known?

Her outfit defined 'business sexy' in a way that I had never experienced. Sure, I had seen lots of very sexy women dressed to impress in work suits and heels, but this was something altogether different.

I stared, mouth agape she told me later, starting from the top of her head. She had brushed out her hair until it was fairly glowing in the light of a waning sun. As she moved her head, her hair cascaded across her face and she'd flick her head slightly and it would all be in place perfectly again.

Her face was made up just right so as to look fantastic without being obvious. She wore some very stylish and very expensive looking sunglasses that perfectly suited her face. (This woman understood fashion, and her own appeal — she knew just how to create the look she wanted.)

Suzanne was wearing a short, tailored jacket that just reached her belt. The colour was a deep, rich burgundy that brought out the red in her hair and the glow in her skin. The jacket was designed to stay open to highlight what was underneath. Good thing, too, as she wore a very pale, loose-fitting blouse with a collar but worn open-necked; there were at least three buttons not fastened which gently teased your eyes down from her throat to the luscious two-string pearl necklace and past down to a beautifully tanned cleavage. I could almost tell that she wore no bra, nor a camisole. I did not expect auntie Suzanne to be taking her blazer off in public, not with those amazing nipples of hers that would certainly raise their heads at any whiff of freedom.

The matching skirt to the suit blazer was also simple but perfectly fitted. Styled as a modified pencil skirt there was a slight tapering near the waist and the length a bit on the short side; about four inches above her knees. Over the right thigh was a slit that went up her leg, stopping just below the fold of her hip.

Suzanne wore no stockings — her perfect tan was all she needed for colouring. Her legs were as smooth as I remembered them under my hands.

And like any perfectly presented business woman, Suzanne wore the perfect fuck-me pumps. They were a brilliant red that demanded attention. A sexy stiletto heel of about five inches tightened her calves and pushed Suzanne's buttocks into a bit more prominence. Toe was strongly pointed removing any suggestion that this pump was a conservative shoe. These most definitely had the 'come hither' look of great women's shoes. (Suzanne later told me they were Louboutin's and had cost almost eight hundred dollars. Fuck me indeed!)

As Suzanne approached the car she paused briefly, but only to pirouette for my benefit, showing off her perfect look. My mouth went dry, "could this really be mine for the night?" 

I jumped out of the car and raced to the passenger side so that I could help my Suzanne into the seat. She reached out and gave me a peck on the cheek, "thank you, Paul. You are indeed a gentleman."

She sat carefully as I held the door for her. With almost no effort, she swivelled her hips, knees tightly together and placed her perfect legs and shoes carefully into the car. "Thank you, young man," she added.

I tried my best to be nonchalant as I walked around back to the driver's side. I could not tell if she could see my bulging pants, but I somehow hoped not (yet).

We arrived at the restaurant and were seated right away. On our way through the room I could see that almost every eye followed her all the way, including more than one woman, too. As we walked, she reached back to take my hand, claiming me, I suppose.

We spent the next two hours having a delicious dinner with great service and most surprising to me, wonderful conversation. My aunt was really quite well-read and easily balanced my every contribution with her own.

"I don't think I have ever had such a terrific date, auntie Suzanne," I told her.

"Me too, my young nephew," said, very quietly.

As we stood up to get going a boorish drunk from a nearby table made his way towards us. Not quite slurring, he said to my aunt, "what are you doing with that boy — you need a real man!"

"Like you, I suppose," she responded with a smirk on her lips.

"You bet, honey," as he leaned in to plant a kiss on Suzanne. I would not have guessed in a hundred years what would happen, but apparently my aunt had received some self-defense training. She simply moved to her right, took his extended arm and with a smooth, swift move, had him on his butt on the floor.

Then, standing over him, she took my face in both her hands and planted an amazing, wet and sloppy kiss, tongue and all, on my mouth. Looking down at the bum she let him know she'd already decided who would walk her out: "... you never had a chance, you lush!"

Leaving the restaurant hand in hand, I told Suzanne that she had really impressed me with that boor, but even more with her personality and intelligence.

"Wait 'til you find out what else I can do," she responded.

My pants tightened slightly, yet again. (For anyone wondering about these constant erection challenges I faced, just remember, I was a healthy, virile 20-year-old. Hardons were simply part of life!)

We walked a few blocks over to a club I was sure Suzanne would enjoy. It had an amazing DJ and what could be the perfect dance floor: large, lit perfectly, and sprung for really wild antics. The music was mostly contemporary but the DJ occasionally threw in some great jazz and other less mainstream hits. The effect was always a good time for everyone in the club, plus lots and lots of amazing women dancing their asses off. Suzanne would fit right in.

It was already late in the evening, but this club had hours to go before lights out. We settled down at a small table, ordered drinks and jumped on to the dance floor right away. I don't think we left for at least an hour, except to get an occasional sip of a drink — we were there to have fun, not get drunk so mostly, we danced.

Suzanne was a most adept dancer, and had stamina that pushed me to the limit. She yelled into my ear "all those yoga workouts have given me a lot of energy."

Watching Suzanne gyrate and move around the dance floor was exciting, but I just barely kept up. She could move her hips independently of everything else. And she could do it all on those amazing fuck-me heels. I loved every moment of the show I was getting.

By now the room had gotten quite hot and moist so upon returning to our table, Suzanne slipped off her jacket, leaving it on the back of her chair. To her credit, she was not even sweating yet, but that would change.

When we got back on the dance floor, Suzanne once again put on a show, but this time it was much more widely popular. Her ample breasts, nipples now starting to show through the almost translucent fabric, were a show all unto their own. With hips swivelling and legs always moving, Suzanne was becoming the centre of attention. A few couples stopped dancing and openly watched us dance (yea, right, "us"). I could see from the glow in Suzanne's face and the shine in her eyes that she was entirely aware of the effect she was having on the other couples.

By now her blouse had become moist and everything was on show. I could clearly see her diamond-hard nipples poking the fabric out of shape; we could also see her dark areola and the curve between her breasts. There was little left to the imagination.

Before the song was over, Suzanne took my hand and pulled me towards her, pressing her damp chest against mine, and giving me another mind-blowing kiss. I was pretty sure she was showing off for the other couples, something of a "look what I have, girls!" 

I loved it all.

When we got back to the table there was another couple already seated there. I was going to kick them out, but Suzanne was far more sophisticated than that. She introduced us and asked if we could buy them a drink.

Apparently, Suzanne had made some sort of contact with the woman while dancing, something I sure did not know about and I am pretty certain, neither did her husband. As Suzanne went to get us another round, the woman patted the bench beside her and said, "make yourself at home here... beside me."

Though I hesitated, her smiling eyes and look sat me down as instructed. She introduced herself as Eva, took my hand into hers and pulled me forward to plant a lovely, moist kiss on my cheek. "And this is my husband, Ray. Ray looked in my direction and grunted a 'hello' or something to that effect — he was already pretty drunk and not too interested in anything. He just watched the dance floor and kept time with little nods of his head.

By now, Suzanne had returned carrying our drinks. She put the tray on the table and slid right in beside me, squeezing me even closer to Eva. This was not such a bad thing, let me tell you, being tightly 'stuck' between two very hot and well-endowed women.

Suzanne introduced herself to Evan and Ray and promptly asked Eva to join her on the dance floor. I was not invited; Ray did not notice. I watched.

Eva was about 5 foot 10 and was wearing six-inch stilettos so she towered over Suzanne. The contrast in height was nothing compared to their skin: Suzanne a golden tan that fairly glowed in the club lights while Eva was a deep chocolate brown with skin was a smooth as chocolate on a hot day.

Eva wore a bright red knitted sleeveless dress with a deep cowl neck that only hinted at what it hid. The dress was very short, giving her amazing legs total freedom as she danced. Loose-fitting as it was, the hem would occasionally flip up a bit during a twirl to show just a hint of this woman's perfectly proportioned ass. I could almost see a cheek peeking out when that happened. 

From those perfect legs rose strong, muscular thighs, glistening with perspiration as they disappeared behind the hem of her skirt. Her hips were generous and suited her figure (and her terrific butt) perfectly. A smallish waist led my eye gently towards Eva's bosom.

These were BREASTS! certainly not tits, not even boobs. This woman was wearing a bra but that was a necessity because of her very generous mounds. Next to Suzanne's ample boobs, and trust me, those were as much as I could have asked for, Eva's appeared at least half again larger. She was a bigger woman, but Eva's proportions were very close to Suzanne's. A perfectly matching pair of hot older women. I was already looking ahead to a fantasy coming true — yea, like we'd have a threesome. Right!

Though I was totally enamoured with my aunt, in total lust actually, up against Eva, I must say she might be facing some real competition. 

I don't think competition was in the cards as the two women were getting along great... dancing a slow dance and holding each other as any two lovers might. I couldn't believe it!

After the next song the two women came back to the table arm in arm, both dripping with perspiration. As they reached for their drinks I held out a handkerchief to Suzanne so she could wipe off. Instead, she leaned across me to Eva and gently wiped her friend's face instead. She then slid her hand and the cloth down along her throat and beneath the fabric of Eva's collar. I know my eyes were wide with wonder, and of course, my manhood was once again making its way into tent pole position.

Eva took the cloth from Suzanne's hand, looked directly into my eyes, and slipped the cloth over my lover's skin, easily moving between her breasts in the gaping space of Suzanne's blouse. As she did this, Suzanne was leaning towards me, resting her hand directly on my crotch, grasping the shaft firmly.

I am sure Eva had not noticed and to be sure, I got a bit nervous (I was still so naive, wasn't I?)

Without a word about what I had just witnessed, Eva an Suzanne started chatting, bringing me into their conversation right away. I discovered that Eva had been a dance instructor for many years and was in fact still teaching. Her background was as a cheerleader for a Canadian CFL team while in her twenties.

"Do you know how old Eva is, Paul?" asked Suzanne

I knew better than to guess and confidently offered "don't care, as long as she looks THAT good!"

All Eva did was to smile and say to me "that's very sweet of you to say, Paul, but I am fifty this week.)

I was dumbstruck. This really blew my mind. "Fifty?" I stammered "not a chance."

We did not play the show-me-your-ID thing, but she assured me that 50 was the right number. All I could do was listen to my heart pounding with excitement. Suzanne then offered up a fact of her own: "Do you know who Paul is, Eva?"

"Just a hot young university student, I suppose — you lucky wench!"

Suzanne smiled. I wondered. Then I got another shock.

"Paul is my nephew," she offered.

I just sat there. Mute and stock still. Here I was starting to get along with this new older woman and Suzanne was making things awfully difficult. How could she say that to a stranger!?

I need not have worried. Eva replied with: "You're a lucky aunt, Suzanne. Are you lovers?"

Suzanne proceeded to tell her the tale of our very long day. She talked about seducing me in the car, showing off her oral and handjob skills and even mentioned how she'd completely controlled me during her exhibitionist shower.

Eva appeared surprised, but was not at all bothered by any of the story. "Have you fucked him yet," she asked.

"Actually, pretty much everything but," said Suzanne.

"What's his cock like?"

I had not noticed, but Suzanne had never let go of my erection. She motioned down to my crotch with her eyes and said, "give it a feel, Eva."

Which Eva did. I had two of the sexiest women I had ever seen, let alone played with, holding my cock through my pants. Amazingly, I think it got even bigger.

"Nice, cock, Paul," said Eva.

It was around this time that I recalled Eva's husband Ray who was an arm's reach away. Fuck! What the hell was I doing? I could die here, I thought.

Before I knew what I was doing, I squirmed and pushed the two hands off my lap and whispered to Suzanne, "isn't Ray going to notice?"

So Suzanne says, out loud, "do you think Ray minds what we're doing here?"

I was ready to die. She'd said it loud enough for Ray to hear. Eva replied, "No, Ray's cool with my needs, as long as he gets his drinking in."

Ray looked towards us but did not say anything. I sat there frozen.

That's when Eva began to talk about Ray and how the two of them had met. Ray, it turned out, was a retired CFL lineman. He and Eva had met when she was senior cheerleader for his team. She was 19 at the time and he had been in his thirties. They had been together ever since then and had a very strong marriage, one that offered occasional dalliances for each of them.

I should describe Ray a bit. He stood a full six inches taller than his wife and was still built like a professional football player, albeit slightly less bulky and muscled. His arms were the size of my legs, it looked like, and he still looked in shape though he must have been in his sixties.

Eva leaned over to Ray, leaned on his lap just as Suzanne had done, and whispered a few words in his ear.

"Sure, let's go," he replied.

Eva must have set this up with Suzanne prior, because when Ray said what he did, Suzanne stood up and helped pull me off the bench, then did the same for Eva. Ray went out the other side, but not very easily. He was obviously quite drunk and only just able to walk straight on his own. Eva took his arm, and reached out to the two of us and pulled us along.

We regrouped outside the club, a bit nervous all around I think as no one really knew what was happening now. Suzanne was holding her jacket over one arm as the cool night air hit us. Her nipples instantly went rigid, pressing out against the moist fabric of her blouse. We were all watching as we noticed this happening. Not a word, but three big smiles as we looked up to Suzanne's face. "Like that, do you?" she offered.

Eva stood straight up and took in a deep breath of the fresh air. As she did this, her bosom rose and pushed out into even more prominence. This time it was Suzanne's turn to compliment the other woman, "you have the most spectacular tits, Eva."

"Thank you, I can't wait to see yours up close." 

Now we knew what was coming.

We took a taxi to Ray and Eva's home.

They had a house in the Oak Bay area, an old residence dating back to Victoria's early days. Sitting on a large, well-tended lot, the home was historic but fully modernized. Walking in we were greeted by a large, simply furnished atrium. There were fresh flowers all around and some modern art on the walls. But the room was dominated by a very traditional curved wooden stairway that took you up to the second floor.

We did not stay long in the entranceway. Eva took our jackets and we left our shoes and then all four of us went up the stairs. Ray was first and though stumbling, made it on his own. He was followed by Eva who walked with Suzanne side by side. I brought up the rear, and I really mean that. I could tell the women were walking slowly on purpose because there were whispering to each other and would occasionally look back to make sure I was following.

I watched those two perfect, but contrasting butts as they led me up the stairs. Both Suzanne and Eva had kept their heels on, all the better for me. I could see Suzanne's perfect ass rising out of her long legs and luscious thighs, but as much as I was appreciating that view, I could not turn away from Eva's show for more than a few seconds.

In contrast to Suzanne, Eva was wearing a shorter dress, had the same beautiful legs that did not disappear under her dress. Instead, I could see all the way up her thighs to her naked buttocks. The woman was not wearing any underwear, and had not been all night I was sure!

"How's the view back there," asked Suzanne.

"Lovely. Can you both walk slower, please?" I was developing more confidence alright.

By the time we three had reached the top of the stairs, Ray was disappearing behind a large double door at the end of the hall.

"Will you join me in the bedroom," asked Eva, not expecting an answer. She took us each by the hand and led us down the same hall towards the same doors.

As we crossed the threshold I looked around to see where Ray had gone. To be honest, I did not really want to have another man involved. I had never seen another guy's cock (hard that is) and it was not really in my fantasy.




An Auntie I'd Like To Fuck Ch. 03



Sensing my concern, I think, Eva pointed out that Ray had passed out on a low easy chair over by the window. He sprawled there, shirt open and the top button of his pants undone, already snoring. That was fine by me.

"He'll be out like that until morning, Paul. (I noticed Suzanne showing a little disappointment — I learned later what that was about.)

Ever the good hostess, Eva opened up some mineral waters from the bar at the side of the room. Handing one to me, and then to Suzanne she said, "I cannot believe you have not fucked this young stud, girl! I think it's time to make amends."

Suzanne was a bit flustered as she had not expected such a forthright approach. Eva noticed this and offered to help. "Let me look after you, but you need to trust me completely. Do you?"

"Sure," said Suzanne. I stayed mute.

"And you, Paul?" she added.

"Okay, I guess."

That was not enough for Eva who replied with a teasing tone "what do you mean, 'okay'? I am about to help you fuck your own aunt and you are not so sure? You have got to be kidding."

"When you say it like that, Eva, I gotta agree after all." 

"That's better. Now you each much allow me to look after everything — nothing happens without my direction. Do you agree?"

We simultaneously replied enthusiastically, "yes!"

Eva had Suzanne sit on a divan beside the bed and told her that she could not move, nor remove any clothing. Then she turned to me where I stood.

"Now we need to get you ready, Paul, after all, this is a very special moment for your aunt."

She unbuttoned my shirt, slowly enough to make me hold my breath as she did it. When the buttons were all undone, she pulled the tails out from my pants and gently slid it off my body.

I could barely comprehend what was going on. Here was this chocolate goddess undressing me so that I could fuck my aunt for the first time. No way!

Eva then reached down to my belt — and I say reached down because standing there in her heels, she was easily taller than me. She let her hands unbuckle the belt, dropped the two ends and reached in to unbutton my pants. Ever so slowly she pulled down my zipper, taking care not to snag it on anything — my pants were very tight in that area, as they had been for probably an hour now.

With the zipper all the way down, Eva slid her hands around the waist of my pants and eased them down my legs. She took particular care to avoid my tented briefs and not come into contact with my cock whatsoever.

"I can't touch that cock, Paul, as much as I want to. It's Suzanne's right now."

I turned to look at Suzanne who was at that moment, pressing one hand against her pussy, making small motions. My cock bobbed again, and Eva noticed. "I am looking forward to seeing that meat in action."

Having taken off my pants, and looking directly at my fully erect manhood, Eva stopped everything. Stopped!

How could she?

Before I go further, Paul, I should really even things out a bit. I am so hot and sweaty from the club that I need to get out of these clothes. I fully expected her to leave the room and come back in a nightgown or something. No way!

Eva stood back a few feet from where I was and much closer to Suzanne. She crossed her arms and reached down to the hem of her dress and in one smooth motion, pulled it entirely off over her head. All she was wearing was a very lacy but very full bra with breasts gently rocked by the sudden motion. 

As I had noticed earlier, she was not wearing any underwear and I could clearly see her pussy was completely shaved with nary a stubble showing. Suzanne was watching as intently as I was, her and continuing to press against her pubes. I saw her mouth the word 'wow' to which Eva replied, "thank you, Suzanne. I can't wait to see yours, too."

Eva leaned in towards Suzanne and asked her to remove the bra. Suzanne stood up, turned Eva more towards me and took both Eva's breasts in her hands. Each one overflowed Suzanne's small hands, making them look monstrous. Staring directly into Eva's chest, Suzanne pinched the snap on the front-hook bra, releasing the two cups and their contents. Rather than let Eva's breasts fall out on their own, Suzanne took one at a time and carefully peeled away the fabric from the moist flesh it was encasing.

As Suzanne released the womanly flesh to all of us, I stared in awe.

"Holy fuck, Suzanne. Can you see those mountains of boob?" I asked.

Suzanne reached up again to play with the mounds of Eva's flesh only to be told, "sorry hon, not yet."

I was mesmerized by the older woman's breasts. They might be 50 years old, but they had held up amazingly well over the years. The little sag there was only ensured a full roundness to the whole breast, especially underneath. Each boob was perfect on its own, but together, priceless.

Her breasts were an easy two-handful for me, but I was not offered one. I wondered at their fullness as they rounded over the top and kept their shape until almost underneath. There was a bit of overhand beneath each boob, but that only made them look larger.

Eva held her breasts out to my stare, gently massaging one, then the other. Her nipples were something completely new to me. I have seen hundreds of boobs and tons of nipples, but this was the first time I had seen up close these areoles. The nipple itself was large and thick in proportion to the melons they sat upon, but it was the areoles that really made my blood hot. They were about two inches in diameter and coloured like dark chocolate, just like the nipples arising out of their centres. 

"That's enough for now, Paul," chastened Eva. We need to get you ready for your aunt."

With that she walked to the en suite, parading that spectacular body on her stilettos. Suzanne whispered to me, "can you believe this is happening?"

All I could do was shake my head and point at my cock signalling that I was happy about it, too.

Eva came out of the washroom with a basin filled with water and a thick towel over one arm. To her credit, she was still buck naked but for the heels. Wow, indeed.

She put the basin down on a low table near where Suzanne was sitting and pulled me forward. As I watched in anticipation, Eva got Suzanne to pull my shorts down with instructions not to touch my cock, no matter how much she might want to.

This Suzanne did with care and at an excruciating pace. I swear it took two minutes for my underwear to reach the floor. But now I was completely naked while Suzanne still wore every bit of clothing (but she sure looked hot like that).

Eva took my cock in her hand and splashed it with warm water from the basin. She made sure to get every square inch wet, including my balls which were now as tightly compressed as walnuts on the Christmas table.

She took a soapy facecloth and carefully washed my hardon. She seemed to know exactly how much 'washing' I could handle before things went out of control. As she felt things getting close, Eva grasped my balls and squeezed tightly, just enough to prevent an accident but not so much as to cause pain.

"Have you found that Paul recovers from orgasm very easily," she asked Suzanne. "Does he get hard again after coming?"

"Actually, I have been very impressed with Paul's virility. He gets hard again almost right away," answered Suzanne.

"Good. We want you to have a great time, Suzanne." And with that, Eva took my cock in her bare hand and gave me several firm pumps and I quickly shot off a long burst of come across her hand and into the basin of water. Some even made it past onto the table.

"Perfect!" exclaimed Eva. "Now you can really fuck your aunt as she deserves it."

Then she licked the sperm off her hand, told Suzanne she could keep the next load for herself, Eva then shook my cock to get water and sperm off and then carefully dried me with the towel. And just to make sure I was ready for Suzanne, she took my cock in her hand and pulled me up against her chest, placing my cock between the two mounds and squeezing them tightly against me. I started getting hard almost right away and as soon as she felt my erection recover, she leaned back and led me to the bed by my cock.

Suzanne had been watching all this and I wondered if she was feeling jealous or worried. One glance into her eyes and I could tell it was having the same effect on her as it had me. This was the most exotic and exciting thing either of us had ever experienced.

Eva had me lay back on the bed, a giant king size with the softest, whitest duvet and pillows. She propped my head up on a couple of pillows so that I could watch the coming show. I was not to be disappointed.

Just like me, Eva got Suzanne ready. It was Eva who unbuttoned Suzanne's blouse and removed her skirt. When Suzanne's breasts fell out of the blouse, Eva went a little further, planting her face into Suzanne's chest and pressing the two mounds against her face. I could see both women having a good time, especially when Eva sucked up one nipple, then the other. I wasn't sure what was next, but I coughed so they might remember me. Good thing, I think, as Eva suddenly stopped, realizing there was more to do.

Like herself, she made Suzanne keep her heels on after getting naked. Then she helped prepare Suzanne for my penetration. Taking the warm facecloth, Eva carefully washed Suzanne's pubic area. She seemed to delay a while in the area of her clitoris — I could tell because I knew what Suzanne looked like pre-orgasm. I coughed again, and once more, Eva looked guilty.

The time had come. As Eva led Suzanne to the foot of my bed, I heard a groan and a grunt. Fuck. Ray was waking up!

"Not to worry, Paul," Eva reassured me, "he's out like I said earlier."

I lay back on the bed watching two amazing and very naked women watching me. Eva helped Suzanne onto the foot of the bed and had her crawl towards me. When Suzanne got to me she bent forward towards my (now) giant cock and planted a deep and wet kiss on it. She took just the head in her mouth and played her tongue around it, sucking hard every so often.

"Now slide your body along his thigh," Eva directed.

I could feel Suzanne's very wet pussy slide slowly along my leg, feeling the moisture she left behind. Under Eva's direction, Suzanne then moved further up to sit on my chest, leaving my cock all by itself behind her back. She shuffled forward slight until she could cover my mouth with her pussy.

"Have a good taste of your aunt, Paul," directed Eva.

Suzanne pressed slightly down onto my face and I shot my tongue up into her cunt.

"Ahhh... hunnnnn," she moaned, and promptly came. Loudly. I worried she'd wake Ray up.

As Suzanne's first orgasm abated, Eva had her slide back down my body until she was straddling my hips. As led by Eva, Suzanne only sat above my cock, not touching anything. She was on one knee with the other leg holding her in position.

I felt a hand on my cock — yes, it was Eva — as she guided Suzanne down to meet the mushroom of my cockhead. It was Eva how guided my cock into my aunt.

I don't know how Suzanne did it, but it took her a long time to slide her cunt over my erection until it was buried to the hilt. We were finally consummating our relationship. That was when I realized that although we had done some fun things, we really had not fucked at all. It was time.

Eva held my balls as Suzanne started to rock on my pole. She started sliding herself up and down on the shaft. Her eyes were closed tightly and her hands were on her hips as if helping them to move and gyrate.

"Man can you fuck, auntie," I called out.

That's when I heard from Eva for the first time. She was still holding my balls, but had the other hand on her own pussy, two fingers buried deep, and as I said the word 'auntie' Eva came for the first time. I reached my hand out to cover hers atop her pussy mound. All that did was set off another orgasm in the woman.

As Suzanne saw this happen, she went wild riding me as hard as she could. Thankfully I had a hardon far beyond the usual. I could keep up with her.

Eva was now sitting flat with her legs on either side of her hips. She was massaging her giant boobs and sucking on her own thick nipples. She had one hand now on Suzanne's left boob and was working it hard, too. I just kept thrusting up to meet Suzanne's action.

Eva mumbled something about it being a good thing that she'd jacked me off before this little scene. Suzanne replied, "thanks Eva. He's staying so fucking hard now."

This was getting to be too much for even my recuperated cock and I could feel my own orgasm building. "I am getting ready to come, girls," I warned.

With just a few more deep thrusts, Suzanne brought me even closer, then almost jumped off me and threw herself into a cocksucking I was not ready for. In one easy swallow she took my whole cock down her throat, then again, and again until I could no longer stand it. I groaned and thrust my hips up hard against her lips. And I came. Into her mouth. She held the mushroom as I pumped shot after shot of sperm into her mouth. I could tell she was getting it all, and NOT swallowing. (That was odd, I remember thinking.)

When I finished coming into her mouth, Suzanne sat up and leaned over Eva with her head above Eva's. She kissed the black woman on the lips and as they established good contact, I saw a dribble of my cum slipping between my aunt's lips into Eva's mouth. I watched as Suzanne's pulled back and Eva opened her mouth even wider. They were sharing my cum.

"Un-fucking-believable," I swore aloud.

Having taken the full load, Eva mumbled to me "never seen a snowball, Paul?"

And she kissed Suzanne back, pushing her back on her hips and doing the same thing with my ejaculate. She added, "want some, Paul?"

I think Eva was shocked to hear me say, "sure, why not?" Of course, she didn't know of my earlier experience with my aunt on the drive to the city. I'd already tasted my own cum so it was no big deal.

Having kissed a few drops out of Suzanne's mouth, I turned to Eva and gave her the mini-load back. I could tell this impressed her, and my credential as a lover rose in her eyes.

We all fell back onto the bed, rather exhausted, and all as naked as we could be. I had Suzanne on one side of me, her and gently cupping my finally-soft member. Eva was laying across the bed with her head on Suzanne's thighs, just out of my reach.

I think we dozed off for a while because when I woke up Eva was no longer on the bed, but I could see her in the washroom, sitting on the toilet, still completely naked but for the heels.

I rose and walked in to where she sat, explaining that I had to piss, too.

She finished, wiped up, and gave over the seat to me. Like a gentleman, I flipped up the seat and pointed into the bowl, pissing as hard as I had come earlier. What I did not realize was that Eva was watching it all. When I turned, I saw her rubbing her breasts and staring at my cock.

"You have such a beautiful cock, Paul. Your girlfriend must be very happy."

"Other than Suzanne right now, there's no one that gets to see it, Eva." I must have sounded a bit discouraged because she replied with a mysterious:

"We will just have to see what we can do about that." 

"What?" I asked.

"Never mind. I was just thinking out loud."

And that was the last I heard on this topic for quite a long time.

When we went back into the room, Suzanne was wide awake and masturbating on the bed. Eyes wide open, she watched us back into the room. Me on the left, leading with a recovering cock and a tall, chocolate woman on the right standing high on her heels and massive chest rocking with the movement.

We stood by the bed fondling each other. We kissed. I played with Eva's black tits and giant nipples as Suzanne watched us. She soon made the sounds of an orgasm which in turn led us to even more play.

"Can I have Paul for a while?" asked Eva.

"What do you wish him to provide?" teased Suzanne. 

I would love him to use that fantastic tongue (I told you I was a great kisser, didn't I?) on me, auntie. I swear that word was the hottest thing Eva could hear or say.

Without even asking me, Suzanne pipes up with, "sure thing — he's got a great tongue."

Eva took my hand and led me to a love seat where she sat down, slid he ass to the front of the sofa with feet planted far apart. She then slowly and luxuriously spread her legs wide to invite me in. Suzanne plopped down next to Eva and cuddled up against her.

Still completely naked and hard again, I was tempted to just plow into Eva's wet cunt. But I am a gentleman so I followed the script. I knelt down between Eva's legs and ran my hands up from the tips of her shoes all the way up to her thighs where is hesitated, I looked up into Eva's eyes and told her, "you are as firm and tight as any woman I have ever touched; you can't possibly be 50!"

She just smiled and moved her butt forward a touch more towards me.

I started by licking along Eva's calves, nipping her skin with my teeth, then covering the spot with a long, wet tongue. I continued doing this as I watched Suzanne out of the corner of my eye. She was fondling Eva's boobs, sucking hard on the nipples and now had moved a hand down to her pussy.

As I kissed ever closer to the juicy black cunt in my face I enjoyed look of her completely bare skin. It made the whole area look so inviting that I leaned in a bit and tweaked her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. There was a sudden intake of breath and her hips thrust forward. Not fast enough as I had already pulled back.

I examined Eva's clit. It was poking out from the folds of skin at the top of her vulva. About the size of a pencil eraser it was a hard little nub against my tongue. Below that spread her labia, nicely proportioned and filled with excitement. This woman was ready (was there ever a doubt) for sex. It was time to give her some special attention.

I started by licking one broad stroke all the way from the bottom of her labia up to her clitoris where I stopped briefly to suck it in gently. Eva's hips were grinding on the sofa as I held her joy centre between my teeth while manipulating it with my tongue. This woman was so responsive to my mouth that I knew she would be coming very soon.

That's when I felt a hand by my face. Right in front of my eyes I saw Suzanne reach in to open Eva's lips and wiggle a fingertip into the opening. Both women shuddered at the same moment. I planted my face right back into the 50-year-old's pussy. It was soft, wet and entirely munchable.

With Suzanne's help we had Eva coming in about five minutes. I could tell she was trying to hold off but nothing she could do would hold back this orgasm. As I felt her coming, Suzanne jammed three fingers into Eva's cunt, and I slipped my very wet middle finger up her ass.

We barely hung on. Eva was going wild, writing around as we enjoyed her orgasm.

Though she had stopped coming, I could feel her body still vibrating with little tremors that were post-orgasmic spasms. She just moaned. That's when I made my next move. Pulling Eva towards me by the thighs I slid her cunt right onto my cock. I know she was surprised, but what a pussy that woman had.

I could not believe the control she had down there. Using just her pelvic muscles she was massaging my cock as I just left it buried deep inside her. It was as if she was using her hand to massage my erection, but no one was moving.

Suzanne had her hand back in the neighbourhood, feeling where my erection disappeared into our new friend. She was slightly grasping my shaft but doing nothing more. Meanwhile, Eva was fucking my cock off with her pussy.

It did not take long before, unbelievably, I started to come. I had never even fucked her — I had just stayed in place and now I was shooting yet another load of sperm. As I said, unbelievable.




An Auntie I'd Like To Fuck Ch. 03



When I was done, Suzanne pulled me out of Eva and took my softening cock into her mouth, washing me clean of every drop of semen, and pussy juice.

Eva was pretty well shot for now so we sat tightly on either side of her. Me with my drooping cock and Suzanne looking ready for a little more. She asked Eva, "Is that thing true about black men? You know, they have huge cocks."

A big smile from Eva. "Not really, sweetie. Some of them have just regular cocks like any man."

"Oh," said a disappointed Suzanne.

The look on Eva's face was priceless as she understood Suzanne better than my aunt even realized. "Are you thinking of trying your first black cock, auntie?"

"Well, if a chance came up that would be great, but I would like something pretty big if there was the opportunity."

"Not all black men have giant cocks, but big men, you know, like football players, pretty much always do."

Suzanne was clearly flustered. There was no way she was going to fuck Eva's drunk husband, if that was even the idea.

"So, would you like to see a black man's cock, Suzanne?"

By this time I was starting to get concerned. I did was not worried or jealous about Suzanne's fuck partners, but I was not entirely sure I wanted to be there when she did it. I certainly was not gay, nor did I have any curiosity I thought.

Suzanne shot me a look as if asking permission.

Before either woman could say anything, I joined in with, "it might be nice to take advantage if you could, don't you think auntie?"

Eva jumped right on that idea and offered Suzanne a shot at Ray. "When Ray gets really drunk, he is barely aware of what's happening around him, in case you had not noticed. And I can get him rock hard without waking him up."

Suzanne seemed interested alright. Her eyes were wide and her breathing noticeably shortened. "Uh, yea, maybe."

Eva stood up and in all her naked glory — what a fucking amazing goddess she was, and all that chocolate — and went over to Ray saying "watch this you two."

She knelt at Ray's feet and removed his pants. Underneath were a pair of boxers with little more showing than a bit of a mound where his cock was settled. Eva pulled open the flap and reached in to grasp his manhood.

She got it out easily enough, but when it was out, Suzanne and I both stared at the lump of black meat sitting in Eva's hands. I swear it was already six inches long and pretty thick, but was still as soft as a piece of bread dough.

Eva looked back towards us and motioned for us to come closer. We moved forward together, eyes locked on the woman's hands and the cock they held.

Eva was truly enjoying this. She told us, "Ray is not that big yet, but when he's hard, I have measured him at nine inches long... but he's thick."

I was thinking that I was not that much less than nine inches — men always compare, I think, but I was not disturbed at all as I had already fucked both Eva and Suzanne.

As we watched, Eva fondled Ray's meat, occasionally placing the head into her mouth. She licked and kissed the shaft and the head while cradling his giant balls in one hand. These she juggled and teased with her fingernails as she kept working his cock.

In about five minutes, the results started to appear. Eva was ministering to a nine-inch cock just as promised, but this was no regular hardon. The thing looked like a pop can in her hand with her fingers almost reaching all the way around. This was the proverbial 'monster cock' I think.

Suzanne, for her part, was already playing with her pussy as she stood there. Me? I realized that my cock was hard. What? How the hell did that happen?!

Eva looked at me and commented that I looked almost ready to go again. "I can find a spot for that cock, Paul, but let's get Suzanne settled first, okay?"

Little did I know what she meant.

"Would you like to fuck my husband, auntie?" she asked Suzanne.

"Y-ye-yes. Can I?"

"On one condition."

"What's that?" Suzanne's voice was clearer and a bit more demanding now.

"You can straddle Ray and fuck yourself silly, but Paul has to help you take it all in."

I froze. Suzanne stopped cold.

"What do you mean?" she asked Eva.

"I want Paul to put Ray's cock into your cunt and help you work it all in. Are you guys game?"

I was still debating when Suzanne replied, "fuck yea! Help me out Paul. I want that thing inside me!"

Eva handed me a bottle of lube and told me I should cover the black cock with it as Suzanne would need the help. "Even I use lube most of the time — that thing could split a woman apart otherwise."

There was no turning back now as Suzanne had already moved into position over Ray's hips. His cock stood there waiting for pleasure he did not even anticipate.

"Are you sure he won't wake up and kill me?" I asked Eva. 

"Not a chance. He's out completely, trust me."

I loaded up one cupped palm with several ounces of lubricant but I hesitated. Could I really be planning to touch another man? Another man's hardon? Before I could second guess myself out of doing it, I reached my cupped hand toward Ray's prick and in no time, I was holding on to a cock as solid as mine had ever been... and it did not freak me out.

As Suzanne looked on and Eva watched with a big smile on her face, I rubbed Ray's cock all over, even using both hands to get good coverage. Then I felt him move. I was going to get caught. In fact, all that had happened was that his cock jumped from my ministrations. Phweeew.

Suzanne was ready. So ready. She held her labia wide open and slowly slid down until Ray's giant cockhead was just touching her pussy. While I held on to the thick black cock, Suzanne pressed herself slowly down, taking an inch of cock at a time. The look on her face was a combination of joy and amazement. 

She let out a little gasp, "he's fucking huge, Eva. I don't think I can take it all."

"Of course you can, auntie (there was that word again). You will feel more full than you ever have, but it will all go in," explained Eva. She added, "Paul, you're going to get rewarded for that, my young stud." 

Meanwhile I was grasping the giant black cock, guiding it into my aunt. I would never have believed this possible, but this was as erotic as anything that had happened to me yet.

It took only a few moments for Suzanne to be completely filled with Ray. And I took my hand away as her pussy closed in to the end.

Suzanne just sat there for what seemed to be minutes. Then she started to raise and lower herself gently on the mountain of meat. Soon she was riding it like a wild, bucking horse. And Ray did not wake up. He did, however, start thrusting back slightly. This went on for a long time, Suzanne going wild and screaming in between groans of pleasure.

Meanwhile, Eva had approached me and offered to let me fuck her again. "I want your from behind," she told me.

I had not ever done anal, but I realized she only wanted it from the back, not into her ass. (But then again, that amazing an ass would have been a great place to get a first taste of anal.)

Moving in front of me and putting her hands on Suzanne's shoulders, Eva bent over at the waist, presenting her rear end to me. I was dismayed to find that I could not reach high enough to penetrate her... I got her to take her stilettos off. But her legs were still majestic and barely needed the help from a pair of heels.

"Take a good look at what you're getting, Paul," she chided.

I stood back a few feet, cock in my hand and eyes glued to that spectacular posterior. She was standing with legs rigidly straight and tightly together at the knees. Bent over as she was (deeply kissing my aunt, of course) I could follow the curve of her shapely legs up to where they met at her pussy. From my position I saw the most amazing beaver ever. There was no hair to obscure the view so all I got were very thick labia cupped together to make a perfect taco.

I moved to her and pried apart her legs slightly, just enough so I could slip my own thick cock into her pussy from behind. The move was smooth and even; she was so wet I was starting to wonder if there was lube in there for me, too.

I was soon pounding her ass hard. My hips and my balls were slapping her butt with each thrust. Eva actually leaned a bit farther over to provide me with better cunt access — I just pounded more and harder. Each thrust she met with a backward push against me until I could barely stand any more. I pulled out.

"What?" came the shocked reply from my black lover.

Instead of answering, I splashed some lube on my erection and placed it at Eva's puckered asshole. "Would you mind, Eva?" I asked.

Her reply was to reach both hands back to pull her butt cheeks apart. I pounded it in, just like that!

Given how close I had been a minute before, I did not last long. Besides, her ass was so fucking tight it was like I was holding my own cock with my hand. With one last, hard push, I shot off into this woman's tremendous ass, after which I collapsed on the bed.

Eva turned to me and threw herself down beside me. We could both see Suzanne still fucking herself hard, but it was coming to an end. With our eyes firmly locked on the space where her cunt was split by Ray's monster, we heard Suzanne experience an unfathomable orgasm.

Together, Eva and I went over to my aunt and helped her off Ray's still-solid cock. I half-carried her to the bed as Eva told us to "watch this. I need to finish him off."

With that, Eva slipped right into position and started to fuck Ray harder than I believed possible. After only a couple of minutes, Eva stepped off her husband's cock and with both hands wrapped around it, started masturbating him hard and fast. In just about a minute Ray was ready for the finale, as was Eva.

Standing over Ray, but making sure we could watch it all, Eva made the last few strokes he would need and all at once, the big black cock started to shoot its load. Actually, its loads. Cum was shooting up into the air as Eva aimed the hose towards her tits. She caught a splash on her tongue and as Ray was settling down to heavy dribbles, Eva spread his ejaculate all over her chest.

Then she came towards us, offering us each a wonderful boob. Suzanne took one and though I held off until Eva pulled me forward, even I licked up some of Ray's sperm. This was new, but look at the plate I was offered.

We all three fell into place, naked but fully sated.

We slept an exhausted, dreamless sleep.

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For the next three days, Suzanne and I saw the many sights she'd had on her to do list. And we fucked often, and almost everywhere. We did it in a wooded and leafy downtown park (that was very exciting); we did it in the car I can't remember how many places or times; and we even did it in a women's washroom at the university. One time, I masturbated my aunt as we waited for a movie theatre to open.

And we did it in our beds back at residence. Every night, during the night if we woke up, and certainly in the morning before breakfast. God, could that woman fuck, and very well I might add. I found it exceptional that I could keep up with her, and yes, I lost track of how many times I came... in her cunt, on her ass, across her big tits, into her mouth, all over her face... what heavenly moments.

The day we were to leave I got a call from Eva. Though it surprised me, I was glad to reconnect. She invited us to lunch in town before we were to head out.

We met them at a terrific little out-of-the-way cottage and had a wonderful lunch. The food was great, and the company even better. Ray, it turned out, had quite a wit about him and we were soon enthralled with his stories about playing pro football and how he'd met Eva.

Too soon for each of us I made a move to show it was time for us to leave. Before I could say much, however, Eva took my hand and leaned over to Ray to say, "mind if I give Paul a going-away treat, hon? You okay with that Suzanne?"

Nobody objected, least of all me, and we went out to the parking lot and jumped into their Chrysler 300, the one with the blacked out rear windows.

I was no sooner sitting down than Eva had my pants and shorts down to my knees and was already gobbling away on my still-soft penis. It wasn't soft for long, mind you. As soon as she'd got me completely erect — rock-hard actually — she knelt with her knees on either side of me and pulled up her skirt. She was wearing a very sexy g-string which she pulled to one side to give my cock access to her pussy. And in it went all at once as she sat on my lap.

She then pulled off her t-shirt (it was very full) to show off her naked breasts. No bra this time and I am embarrassed to say I had not noticed! She pulled my face into her chest and squeezed her wonderful boobs around my face.

"What a way to go," I managed to mumble. She didn't care.

Eva was doing that magic thing with her cunt muscles again, but now she combined it with a regular rocking, up and down, back and forth, putting amazing pressure on my erection. She really knew what she was doing and had me coming in under five minutes.

As soon as I had come in her pussy, Eva slipped me out, pulled her skirt back down and threw on her t-shirt (yes, with those great nipples presenting themselves as they should). 

We were back at the table in less than ten minutes. All that great sex, and in 10 minutes?! What a woman, I was thinking.

Sitting down beside Suzanne, Eva leaned over and whispered something. Suzanne nodded her answer. Then Eva pulled her hand out from under the table and fed my aunt what was clearly a small puddle of my cum. I almost had a heart attack. What about Ray?!

Ray smiled towards his wife, and nodded to me, "she's a great fuck, isn't she?"

All I could do was smile back at him — he knew a lot more than he was saying, I figured — and quietly said, "Yes sir, and thank you."

The trip home was uneventful. Suzanne did mention how much fun she'd had, and how great the sex with Eva and Ray had been, but nothing more happened between us. Though I had been anticipating just one more fuck, or at least a hand job, Suzanne spent the whole trip sleeping in the passenger seat, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

After getting home, I never again heard from Suzanne. Not a call, not an email, not even a letter. 

But about a month after she had returned home and just as I was getting back to university, I got a card in the mail. It was from Mexico, from auntie Suzanne. All it said was "Thank you, Paul. I was starting to feel too old, but you made me remember what's it's like to be a woman. I can never repay that."

We never spoke again.

== End ==



An Auntie I'd Like To Fuck



I hesitated, "okay, I guess."

"Don't worry. I will be sharing pussy juice with you later, hon."

My heart stopped for a moment. This was only a preview. This really was going to be a great road trip. Better than I have ever fantasized, let alone hoped for.

Suzanne's handjob, and especially her blowjob, were easily the best I had ever experienced. Sure, I'd had a quickie jackoff outside the high school dance, but that was rushed and very amateur. And I had jerked off myself more times than I could count. As for blowjobs, it was only my second one. The first had come in an alley when I had accidentally picked up a pro and decided to kick in the $30 for her to blow me. It was even less satisfying than the high school handjob.

Back to the moment.

As I leaned back, exhausted by the experience with Suzanne, I watched her get herself together. She wiped her hands off on her tummy, still covered with moisturizing cream and a bit of my ejaculate. She worked it up towards her chest, using both hands now.

I had not yet pulled up my shorts or tucked in my cock, and there it was, rising majestically one more time. Suzanne really did know how to be attractive and erotic.

"Put that one away now, Paul," she suggested. "There will be time later for it to go back to work."

"What? Really?" I had been certain that this would be one-time, even if she'd suggested differently, I was naive enough to doubt it. Fool.

"Let's get moving. I really want to get checked in and find a place for dinner," Suzanne explained.

Ever the adult, she did seem to understand our needs and how to go about things.

I ignored all that... "Thank you, auntie," I told her.

"Uh-huh," was all I got back. Confusing? You bet!

To be continued...