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Aunt Lori

By: mustanger7up



I was spending some time with my Aunt Lori, she is only 14 years older than I am and I've always had a crush on her since I was a child. I can even remember her giving me baths when I was 5 or so. Aunt Lori is 5'4"s, 110 pounds on a small frame. She never had children, choosing to become a career woman instead of a mother, her small breasts had the right amount of hang in them from what I had seen when she was in a tight T-Shirt. Married twice and divorced once, now widowed.

We were painting her the inside of her house so I had been there 3 days and looking at about another 4 or 5. She is always fun to be around, we flirt harmlessly and joke, some of her jokes have even shocked me at hearing them coming from her. We had been painting all afternoon and she gave me a hug, telling me how much she appreciated all my help. I hugged her back and felt the hard nipples in her shirt pressed against my chest.

We went out in the backyard to wash the paint brushes, cleaning the brushes I was on one knee washing mine out and Aunt Lori was squatting on her feet, sitting on her heels, her knees wide open as she washed her brush. Her loose shorts left nothing to the imagination, the leg on one side open enough that I could plainly see the curly brown hair showing on the side of her panties. Half of the panties crotch in my eye sight, naturally I was staring at the thick hair running to her thighs.

She saw me staring and did nothing to change her position, it looked like a small smile crossed her face as she continued to clean the brush. I felt my dick start to get erect, and knowing it would show in my own shorts, I made quick work of cleaning my brush. I stood up to stretch my legs when I was done, my stiff dick right at Aunt Lori's eye level.

Aunt Lori had just bought the house a year ago and been remodeling it every since she got it. A nice but small 2 bedroom 1 bath home, just the right size for a single woman, or a couple with no children if they needed a guest room. We went inside and washed our hands clean in the kitchen sink, I noticed lately that Aunt Lori had been touching me a lot, not improperly, but more so than before. We come from a hugging and kissing family so I thought nothing of it.

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"What was that for?" she asked me.

"Oh, just because your so sweet!"

She smiled at me, her pale blue eyes sparkled from receiving the attention. I decided to take her out and get a Hamburger and fries, rather than have her cook after painting all day. We ate and talked about her life, all the places she had been, and mine, why my marriage failed after 8 years. When we went to the car to leave I played the gentleman and held her door open for her, she leaned up to me and kissed me on the cheek.

We arrived back at the house and it was sundown, the sun setting was a beautiful orange color so we sat in the porch swing to watch it finish it's beautiful color show. I put my arm around her and she leaned to me putting her head on my shoulder. 

"Ronnie and I dreamed of doing this in the evenings before he passed away! Just sitting and watching the sunsets, holding each other."

"Well, I'm sorry he is not hee to enjoy this with you Aunt Lori. I know he would have loved the time spent with you, Hell, I sure do."

She turned and looked in my eyes, a sad look in hers and kissed me on the lips. I felt her lips part a bit then close. She pulled away,

"I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry. It's wrong to think what I just did!"

"What were you thinking?" I asked.

"No, I shouldn't even say it." and she got up then went into the house.

I followed her, went to my room and got my clean clothes to go take a shower. After I got out, she went in and took hers. I was in the guest room, laying on top of the bed in just my underwear, and had been rubbing my dick thinking about the sight of her hairy bush pushing past the edge of her panties. My dick was hard and the thin underwear left nothing to hide. Aunt Lori walked in and I had nothing to cover myself with so I lay there embarrassed at me being caught with my dick out so to speak. Her eyes went to it and she stopped at the door.

"I'm sorry, I should have let you know I was coming in.."

"Well, it's not the first time you've seen it hard I guess." I said as I blushed, "I seem to remember you giving me baths years ago!" She smiled and agreed.

"I just wanted to talk some before going to sleep, I miss that at night!" 

"Well then Aunt Lori, climb on in here and lets talk."

She got on the bed and sat by my waist, and we talked awhile, her eyes going to my underwear as she did, and her light silky robe was not tightly tied. I could see the edges of her breasts as we talked. She got off her hips and sat cross legged and her legs opened enough for me to see her panties, and the hair was again pushing it's way past the panties. My dick started getting hard again.

When she noticed it she said, "I guess I should go to bed now!"

I agreed and before she got up she leaned over to kiss me goodnight, I couldn't help myself as I pulled her to me and stuck my tongue in her hot mouth. She kissed me back passionately, her tongue snaking into my mouth tenderly. I had one hand on the back of her head and the other went to her soft ass. I squeezed it lightly and felt her melt in my arms. She broke the kiss.

"We shouldn't do this, we know it's wrong, you're my Nephew."

"So?" I said, "Who cares? I don't!"

I guess she didn't really either because she kissed me again with even more passion and I opened her robe. I pulled it off her shoulders and down her back, exposing her white breasts. Her small breasts covered with freckles and the nipples standing hard and proud. I pulled her closer to me and put my mouth on one, gently sucking it into my hot eager mouth.

She took a deep breath as I sucked the hard sensitive nipple in my hot and eager mouth. I slid my hand down under her panties and felt her warm soft ass in my hand. I felt her push against it and her tongue fought mine in a lusty battle. She crawled on top of me, her legs one on each side of my hips, and she began to rub her hot pussy against my dick in my underwear. I felt wonderful and she felt even better as we kissed and dry humped each other. Her hand holding my head trying to get my face as close to hers as possible and my hand squeezing her ass cheek. 

"Take my underwear off Aunt Lori." she moved her small body down and her hands reached in the band of my underwear, slowly pulling them over my hips, my hard dick right in her face when it shot free from the tight underwear. She stopped and looked at it, then put her hot mouth around it. Her mouth was as soft and tender as any I had ever had before, and she made love to it gently.

I lay back and watched as she licked it all over and under, her hand gently working it as she kissed the hot shaft with her soft lips. Then she finished taking my underwear off me. Aunt Lori crawled back up my chest and lay on me her small breasts pressing into my chest and her pussy working the silky panties on my dick. I could feel her moisture as she rubbed it on me, I kissed her soft lips again and felt a sigh come from her as my hands grabbed her ass tightly.

I stuck my hands in the band her panties and started pulling them down over her hips, dragging my thumb along the sides of her hips as I pulled them down. I felt the hair of her pussy on my dick as they slid past her pussy, and she helped me get them the rest of the way off. Then Aunt Lori start rubbing her hairy pussy on my hard dick again. I could feel her wet pussy lips open and slide on the underside of my dick.

She lowered her hips then slid back about 10 times then suddenly I was inside her hot tight pussy. No hands helped my dick enter her, it was as if it was meant to be, my hard throbbing cock in her hot hairy tight pussy. My hands held her ass wide and her hands went to my shoulders as she lay on top of me, slowly working her hips on me. Moving only an inch or so at a time. She was so tight could actually feels the ridges inside her pussy lips, she moved so slowly on me.

And wet, Aunt Lori was so fucking wet, I could feel it's wet heat as it oozed down my dick onto my balls. Her hips never going faster or deeper, only an inch or so was in her, I could feel the head of my dick as it came out and went back in her. I wanted so badly to jam it all the way in her, to take her and make her mine, but I think she needed it slow, and I wanted her to get it how she wanted it.

"Oh my God you feel so good in me. It's been so long since I've done this."

I could only agree this was soooo good as she worked herself on me deeper finally. When I was halfway in Her eyes closed and I saw her lips part and a "Ahhhhh!" came from her as she settled on my hard cock. The warm wet slit surrounded my thick shaft as she worked her tight pussy on it.

My hands went to her hips and held her trying to force her deeper on me and she resisted my efforts, slowly sliding back to the tip on the head of my cock and back down halfway. I moved my hands to her hard nipples and pinched them her hips jerked in instinctive response to it. Aunt Lori made me pay for this incestuous sex with her slow moving hips.

She rose and put her hands on my shoulders in a sitting position, then she lowered herself fully onto my needy cock, the tight wet pussy gripping my throbbing cock as she sat on me. My fingers on her tiny hard nipples, pulling them forward as her body went rigid letting her pussy grow use to having me fully inside her. She sat still just breathing for a moment, I swear I could feel her heartbeat as her pussy grasped my cock.

I moved my hips and she returned the movement in tiny circles, grinding her pulsing clit on my hair. Her creamy juice oozing out on my body as she began to fuck me. Her mouth open and eyes closed as her hips worked, the blood engorged pussy lips clinging to the edges of my thick cock as she pulled up. Aunt Lori knew how to enjoy sex, nice and slow when it was called for.

After about 5 minutes of this torture she began to fuck me faster, her pussy was now jamming down on me harshly, trying to get even more of me in her as her excitement grew. Mine was at it's peak already, the slowness of her love making that she had made me endure was most extreme. But well worth it as I felt her begin to shiver as her approaching orgasm built up.

I was doing everything I could not to explode in her now! I could wait no longer and grabbed her by the shoulders, rolled her on her back with my dick still inside her, her legs pressed against her chest, my arms outstretched holding me up to where I could see my hard cock as it slid into the hairy pussy of my sexy Aunt.

I watched my cock as it pulled her outer pussy lips until they let go like a rubber band stretched to its limits before rebounding back to its original shape, then slamming my thick cock in her hard and deep. Her breathing had become a labored ordeal as I pounded her with all my lust at the end of its patience. 

"Oh Yes, fuck me hard!" She cried out as I did my best not to disappoint her. "Yes baby, use it all in me. Cum with me, fill me up with your hot cum!"

She was cumming fast and hard, and I felt my spunk as it built up to make its escape. I had not had sex in over 3 weeks and the sex I had was with my hand. Aunt Lori was sweating and huffing and puffing trying to get her breath, her face red from the exertion, we were both now trying to make the other have their orgasm and make it a good one for the other. She did not have to worry, mine was the best I believe I ever had as I shot my thick hot load into her.

I fell on her chest crushing her legs against her and the breath flew out as my weight landed on her body. My hips thrusting against her as I pumped my load in her gripping pussy. Her voice crying out in the night as she came with me, her hips thrashed on the bed and I felt her fingernails rake down my back.

When my orgasm was over I lay on her chest the sweat covering both of us, and we were enjoying the after effects of the sex we both had wanted and deserved so badly. I was so relaxed that I almost fell asleep in her in just a few moments, I felt my cock softening and started to pull out of her.

"No, not yet, Please not yet. Let me have this minute for myself. I want to remember this feeling forever!" 

"OK Aunt Lori, what ever you want."

I lay back on her and kissed her neck, licking the sweat off it and down the nape of it, her body shivered from the feeling. I felt my dick plop out of her cum filled pussy and her giving a disappointed sigh when it did. We both lay in the after glow of our orgasmic bliss holding each other, kissing one another. I rolled over off her and held her on my arm, her head resting on my shoulder. A couple of minutes later as I lay staring at her breast rise and fall with her breathing, I heard her lightly snoring. It was cute knowing that she did that, I put my face in her hair and fell asleep with her.

Author's Note: 

This story is Pure Fantasy, it never happened. It was only written for, You the Reader and my own enjoyment only! 

I do NOT believe in, or participate in Incest, Violence towards Women OR the Sexual Abuse of a Child of any age, consenting or not! 

If you enjoyed this story, please drop me an email with any suggestions or fantasies you would like to read about. 

Yes, I am a warped individual, but at least I still have my sense of humor! ;-) 

Aunt Louise



I haven’t written anything in months because my life has been pretty dull. My former girlfriend went to a trade school 1500 miles away and our long distance relationship is now more distance than relationship. That has actually worked to my advantage, though. It allowed me more time to devote to a childhood crush: my “Aunt” Louise. She’s not my aunt, but we’ve called her that forever. She’s been friends with my mom for years.  Louise turned 52 in December and still looks pretty decent for her age. She’s always been fighting the “Battle of the Bulge” but she hasn’t lost the war. 

Louise heard about my occasional massage of my mothers neck or feet but never seemed the slightest bit interested. I also heard her say once that Joe, her hot-tempered Italian husband, would “kill her and probably him, too” if another man ever touched  her. She actually jumped up and ran when I touched her neck once, and that was right in front of my mother.

I guess Louise got tired of living with Joe the lout, so she moved back home to begin a trial separation. Home, (her aging mother’s basement) needed some work and a fair amount of paint to make it habitable, and that’s where I came in. I turned some of my own work over to a partner and spent a good part of two weeks helping to fix up Louis’s new place at the princely sum of $15 an hour. Of course even at that price I didn’t bill her for all my hours, but still, it was something.

Louise and I grew closer to each other each week I worked. After she moved in we’d share a beer or coffee late in the day. Talk inevitably turned to relationships, because Louise was worried about dating again if she and Joe didn’t work things out. The more she got out from under his thumb, the more she enjoyed life and the more remote became the chances for a reconciliation. One night I stayed for spaghetti, taking a shower in the new fiberglass bathroom shower I’d helped install with a plumber acquaintance. We dallied on the sofa after dinner a little, which was nice, but nothing happened besides talk. Another dinner followed a few nights later, this time with wine. When we cleaned up and sat on the sofa it was very comfortable, and our talk turned a little flirtatious. After some more wine and laughs Louise wiggled her feet and asked for a sample of the “Divine” massages she’d heard I gave. So I massaged her feet. After five minutes of comments about how ugly various parts of her feet were, she relaxed a little. After another five minutes of massaging her sole and toes she announced our engagement, wondering aloud what it would be like to be married to a man who did nice things for his wife now and then.

That was it for a week or so, then I came back on a Sunday afternoon to do some more work and a favor for her grandmother. We had dinner in Grandmother’s dining room, but later came down to Louise’s for coffee and Baileys. Gramm, an early riser it seems, usually went to bed after the weekend Wheel of Fortune or whatever game show aired. Downstairs, we sipped some Bailey’s, talked some more and I found out that Louise had chickened out instead of going to a nightclub with some friends the night before. My jaw dropped in surprise and I asked why. Louise blamed it on memories of rejection, not wanting to run into Joe, fear of the dating “scene”. We talked about this for a while, and in the process I grabbed Louise’s feet and began another massage. She got into it sooner, then I suggested she sit on the floor and lean against the sofa while I massaged her head and neck. She was wearing a turtleneck, which made it more difficult to massage her neck, so I concentrated more on shoulders and head. She loved it. I, on the other hand,  loved the “mmm-mmmmms” coming from her, but it all stopped abruptly and she grabbed a blanket to cover herself. It wasn’t that hot out, so I asked her why the blanket. Louise became embarrassed and wouldn’t explain, but hugged the blanket to herself tightly and turned on the TV.

It was her nipples. She had been enjoying herself so much her nipples were becoming erect, which embarrassed her. I laughed and teased her in the voice of an old fashioned radio/tv voice.

“Have upright nipples ruined you day? Cost you job promotions?   Made you an outcast at the country club?.”

Louise laughed and covered her face. I continued with some other lame attempts at humor.

“It’s shocking! Louise actually has nipples! Imagine such a thing in our neighborhood. Why that harlot!
That..tart.”

Louise slapped my leg, which only made me want to tease her more and use the word “nipple” as often as I could.

“Only 55 degrees out there today, so keep those nipples covered”. “Stay away from the frozen food section folks, it’s very chilly there and we are seeing lots and lots of nipples”. 

We giggled and carried on for a several minutes. Louise said she’d never talked about nipples with another man in her life, except to tell Joe not to--. She stopped.

“I can’t believe I’m discussing nipples with my nephew!”

I asked if that was bad. She didn’t answer for a long time.

“I don’t know. It’s good, it’s bad, it’s…different.” 

I left soon after, but returned Thursday night with a faucet part and enjoyed another dinner. We talked more and enjoyed each other all over. When we ended up on the couch again, Louise put her feet in my lap and showed off a new manicure. I massaged her feet for a while and then offered another neck and shoulder massage, but Louise said “no”.

“Nipple fear?” I asked. 

She wouldn’t say. I kept asking but she wouldn’t respond, until finally I picked her up and put her on the floor by the couch. I must say that action had some very sexy implications, and I got hard almost immediately.
Louise did too. She reached for the blanket, but I pulled it away in the nick of time and began massaging her shoulders. I took my time and enjoyed Louise’s quiet murmurs--and the sight of her nipples poking up. One of her hands absently began a caress of my foot, so Louise removed my shoe and sock and began rubbing my foot. That was sexy, but what she said next was even sexier.

“I’ve always had sensitive nipples. I’ve had to hide them ever since I was a girl.”

I couldn’t think of anything to say in response, so I said nothing.

“Heavy bras… Not the most comfortable.”

“Are you wearing an uncomfortable one now?” I asked.

No response. I asked again.

“I only have one kind, Nick.”

“Take it off. Live a little” I suggested, but just for her comfort. Well, maybe not.

She didn’t. What she did do was talk for the next 20 minutes or so about what was appropriate conduct between us. She asked if we weren’t pushing the bounds a little. 

“Bras..nipples…what’s next?”

“Oral sex?” I suggested.

Louise gasped, her jaw dropped and she looked at me with the biggest eyes.

“That is definitely crossing the line, young man. You are grounded.” She slapped my leg again.

I said I was just joking and had been trying to shock her.”

“Men!”. Louise shook her head in mock disgust. 

“Don’t you like oral sex?” I asked innocently.

“That’s it! Enough sex talk for one night”. She rose and led me to the door. Instead of the usual cheek kiss, all I got was a wave. I guess I crossed the line.

I called once to apologize, but didn’t hear back for two weeks. When she called everything seemed back to normal. In fact, Louise kind of asked me out. She wanted me to be her escort while she checked out a couple of places that had dancing. I asked why she didn’t go with girlfriends. She said something about my being “protection”. It didn’t seem that logical to me, but I wanted to be back in her good graces, so I said yes. 

That Saturday night I picked Louise up at 8. She looked great in just a pair of plain black skirt and a silvery-gray sweater. I told her so, which she seemed to appreciate. We barely had time to have a drink and adjust our eyes at the first spot before Louise announced that she was ready to move on. Ditto the second place, but like Goldilocks, the third place seemed okay. We actually got to finish our drink and liked the band. I asked Louise to dance at one point, but she declined. “Too nervous”. We left after our second drink. I didn’t see much point in sticking around. Neither did Louise. 

Out of the public eye and back “home”, Louise became downright flirtatious. Alcohol had a little something (or a LOT) to do with that. We both used the bathroom, then Louise grabbed a blanket and said “Let’s cuddle on the couch”. So we did. Louise turned out most of the lights, then sat on the floor and purred in anticipation when I settled in behind her on the couch. I started my usual neck and shoulders routine, then paused for a half second. Louise had taken her bra off in the bathroom. I pretended not to notice, but my mind was racing. What did it mean? Should I mention it?

Helped by the alcohol. Louise was becoming more vocal by the minute. She was really getting into my massage with lots of “Mmmmms” and “That’s soooo nice” punctuated by little “unnnnph” sounds. I asked her to sit in front of me on the couch so I could pay more attention to her back and she agreed. Of course what I really wanted was to get my hands up beneath her sweater. What guy hasn’t schemed in the same way?

I covered my moves with some chit chat about how I missed her. Louise said she had missed me and thought about me many times.

“Thought about me many times….So you masturbated thinking about me?”

Louise protested loudly and tried to move, but I held her tight.

“You’re trying to shock me again…Trying to shock an old lady.”

I admitted I was trying to shock her, but not the old lady part.

“You’re 13 years older than I am. Big deal! And by the way, you haven’t denied the masturbation part. I hope I was good…”

Louise didn’t answer for a while, then I got a one word answer.

“Adequate.”

“Adequate!? I can do lots better than that.”

“I can’t believe I’m talking to you like this. Sharing my most intimate secrets.”

My hands caressed more than massaged now and I wanted to turn up the romantic heat a little, so I whispered in her ear.

“Thanks for being so open. And thanks for taking your bra off. That’s very sexy.”

Louise giggled and hunched her shoulders in that funny way that tells you someone’s voice tickles. I continued my whispering and asked her to sit between my legs on the couch. She did. Now her breasts were within my reach. I slipped my hands back underneath her sweater and around to her stomach. I lightly traced some circles with my fingertips and caressed her soft skin. I continued my whispering campaign.

“Are your nipples hard?”

Louise nodded.

“Do you know that in another second I’m going to have them in my hand?  Do you know how long I’ve fantasized about doing that? How many times I masturbated thinking about your breasts?” 

Louise shook her head. I kissed her neck and noted with pleasure her response and the fact that she was sitting very erectly. 

“I don’t either. Too many times to count. I want you to enjoy this moment, now, so close your eyes and concentrate.”

She took a deep breath and sighed when my hands cupped her soft and delicate treasures. I sighed as I lifted them in delight and let them slide from my cupped hands, then lifted them again. Louise made more of those delightful “mmmm” sounds and sucked in her breath when my I brushed my palm across her erect nipples, then held them gently between thumb and forefinger. Some women love to have their nipples pinched hard, but I was starting easy. It just seemed right. I rolled Louises nippples in my fingers and pulled ever so gently. She arched her back and let out a loud moan of pleasure. I did it again…and again , reveling in the soft yet firm feel. Louise relaxed a little and fell back against me. I was in heaven. Each tug at her nipple or squeeze of her breast elicited a response of some kind. A sigh, a moan, a slight wiggling of her bottom. I noticed something else after a minute, something odd. Louise’s breathing pattern changed and her moans became more like whimpers. Then it hit me: she was softly crying.

“Louise? What is it?”

She didn’t say anything. I asked her if she was all right and she nodded. I backed off her breasts for a few seconds and kissed her neck, then asked her again what was going on.

“I’ve wanted to be touched like this for longer than you’ll ever know…Maybe a lifetime. It feels sooooo good… I know I’ve been drinking tonight and I’m not thinking straight, but I’ve waited for this for so long. It feels like sex should feel. I feel like a woman again.”

“Wow”. 

I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Wow.”

I kissed Louise’s neck and kissed it again when she stretched her neck in pleasure.

“Okay. Back to earth. That was beautiful. I’m glad I can make you so happy, but the weird thing is I am living a fantasy right now myself. Well, almost. Turn around and straddle me.”

She obeyed, but then delayed my fantasy when she grabbed my head and kissed me. Our lips stayed together for minutes as we explored each other’s mouths and sucked each other’s tongues. I broke off first.

“Okay, before I lose this chance of lifetime, lift up your sweater. She did, revealing her medium-sized breasts and thick, cinnamon-colored nipples

“Ohmigod are you ever beautiful. Okay, what I want is…I’m a little embarrassed, but what I want is to have you brush your breasts all over my face for a few minutes, then let me suck your nipples.”

Louise arched her eyebrows and gave me an odd look. I wavered.

“Is that too much? Have I just made an ass out of myself?

In answer, Louise smiled, stripped off her sweater and began the most luscious massage of my life. I shifted position to get the most out of the moment, to feel her soft hanging tits brushed up, down and back and forth across my face. She traced the outline of my face with each nipples, then brushed them across my lips. It took a massive amount of willpower to resist sucking them into my mouth, but I knew that would come in time.

“How am I doing?” Louise asked. “Is this what you masturbated about?”

It was indeed. And maybe Louise enjoyed being in control, but the moment I gave in and started sucking her nipples I was back in the captain’s chair. Louise bucked and squirmed and moaned in ecstasy, crying out each time I stretched a nipple out and massaged it with my lips. I teased her and tried every trick in the book, each time getting a wonderful response. When my mind wandered for a tenth of a second it occurred to me that I might get a little bolder. Her position allowed me access beneath her skirt, so I shifted one hand down between Louise’s legs. Instantly I found soft, sensitive skin. Louise froze for a second then pushed her breasts firmly against me. I caressed what thigh area I had access to, then ran my fingers over the warmest, dampest panty crotch I’d felt since high school. Louise jerked slightly at my touch, then jerked again as my fingers traced the sweet bulge of her femininity. I teased her lightly, then firmly, then lightly again. I rubbed the damp fabric slowly, then quickly, then squeezed her two lips together with my thumb and fingers. Louise rose and sank as I toyed with her treasure, then gasped as my fingers found their way beneath the crotch of her panties, past some wet hair and into her hot warmth. 

“Oh…oh…oh my God what you’re doing to me. I’m living a dream. I….uuuuuuh…. uhhhhhhhh ohhhhh that is soo… mmmmmmmnnnnhhh….mmnh…mmm mmm.”

Louise started bouncing the moment my fingertips found her clitoris. She forgot about her breasts and just held me while I teased her most sensitive spot. I rubbed the little bud faster and faster until Louise’s unh,unh, unhs were almost continuous and she exploded with an orgasm and froze, then jerked and froze again. I felt her contractions, flicked my fingers across her more gently,  and watched as she rode each subsiding wave of pleasure. It was a wonderful, fabulous moment, and I wasn’t even the one having the orgasm.

Louise returned to earth after a minute or so, but she was drained, so we toppled over until were lying down on the couch holding each other. 

“That was so wonderful. Indescribable. Delicious. But what can I do for you?”

“Two things. First---and another fantasy--I want to perform oral sex on you.”

“Are you sure? Some men…?”

I nodded.

“That’s my fantasy, too, so it doesn’t count” She replied.

“Whatever you say. The second fantasy, by the way, no, the third, isn’t it? Well, whatever, I always had this vision of you on top, straddling me while we made love, with your breasts bouncing and swaying. Not real creative or kinky, but it’s what I want.”

“Which one first? No, I just…came. I’ll straddle you”

I don’t remember my actual words, but I said I wanted to perform oral sex on her first, before I came inside her. No big deal, I just wanted to taste her, not my sperm. She asked me if I was sure again, and I said I was.

I began by resuming a sitting position and maneuvered Louise to stand in front of me. I slid her skirt down and off. She looked luscious and a little nervous, half covering her breasts unconsciously and wearing only panties...

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