Chad always was close to his aunt. But when he turned 18 they got REALLY close…AUNTS IN MY PANTS
I always thought my Aunt Susan was hot.
Susan is my mother’s younger sister, and kind of a carbon copy of my mom. She is four years younger than my mom and they had always been close. Both attractive, around the same height, maybe 5’5 or 5’6, and both with the same dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and slim, in-shape bodies. They both looked quite a bit younger than their actual ages.
I grew up in a single parent home with just my mother Terri and my sister Anna, who is a year older than I. My name is Chad. I never knew my father.
From the time I was young my Aunt Susan paid a lot of attention to me, and I reciprocated. We got along very well and our repartee was always light and fun, with subtle teasing and flirting. She would say things like I was going to be a real lady killer when I got older, and I was going to have to beat the girls off with a stick, things like that, just to see me blush, and she was never shy about kissing me. When I was a little boy it was just innocent kid stuff, but when I reached puberty I realized that she was an attractive, sexy woman. Throughout my teens I would see her on all the major holidays and would often fantasize about her.
I turned eighteen the week I was to head off for my first year of college. My mother threw a birthday/going away dinner for me and Susan was there. Her husband Ed was off somewhere on business per usual and did not attend. After dinner we were all sitting around talking and sipping some wine and the subject of my music came up. I had a little recording console in a room in the basement and would create and record my own music.
“You’re writing your own music?” Susan asked. I nodded.
“Oh yes,” my mom said. “It’s quite good too, you should listen to some of it. He spends hours and hours down in that room making music.”
I looked at Aunt Susan and asked if she would like to hear some of it. She said that she would.
She followed me downstairs and into my music room and I closed the door behind us. I flipped on a small gooseneck desk lamp that lit the room in a soft glow. I fiddled with knobs and put on a piece of music. It was a sultry, seductive, slow bluesy, swamp rock kind of tune with moaning, harmonized guitar and sax licks.
I watched her face as she listened. The song was one of my best, I thought, emotional and played with feeling. I was interested in how she responded. She listened intently and stood stock-still. She said she liked it.
After several minutes of my mood music I circled around and came up to her from behind. I put my arms around her just below her breasts and placed my lips gently on her ear. She stiffened in a rigid form but didn’t stop me right away. I kissed her ear and then her neck. She relaxed a little bit and placed her arms over mine. I moved a hand to her breast. She let me cop a quick feel before she slowly pulled my hand away.
“Chad, no, we can’t…”
She turned to face me and tried to push me away but I held her. I pulled her close and kissed her. Her lips parted just enough to accept my tongue and we lingered for a moment before she pushed me away.
“No, Chad, stop, its wrong.”
“It’s not wrong,” I said. “I’ve been jerking off thinking about you. I’m hard as a rock right now!”
“Chad, I’m thirty-six years old, you’re eighteen. We can’t. Besides…”
She started smoothing her cotton sun dress. I could see her hardened nipples behind it.
“Besides what?” I asked. Her big baby blues looked right through me.
“I have to go,” she said, and opened the door and walked out.
I went off to college and became pretty busy, and didn’t see Susan much over the next year, just once at Christmas. But in the fall of my sophomore year a distant cousin was getting married and we were all invited to the wedding. The wedding was taking place in a town about a hundred miles away so we all reserved rooms in the hotel where the reception was to be held. My mom would share a room with my sister Anna, Aunt Susan and Ed would share a room, and I would have a room to myself.
There was a dinner on Friday night, and the wedding was to be Saturday afternoon, followed by the reception. At the dinner Friday night I noticed that Ed was missing and asked Susan where he was. She told me that he had to work late but would arrive Saturday for the ceremony and reception.
After the dinner some of the party went to the hotel lounge to hang out and drink, myself, Mom, Anna and Susan included. As the alcohol loosened us up, soon everyone was joking and having a good time. Susan and I were again flirting playfully. The crowd thinned gradually and eventually my mom and Anna said they were going to turn in, and left.
I wasn’t ready for bed yet, so I invited Aunt Susan to stay for one more drink and she agreed. The place was almost empty and everyone who might know us was gone. We sat at a small table in a corner. We caught up on things like her job and my school, and she of course teased me about girls. We reminisced about other things too.
“Remember that time in your music room? Your music was seductive, and the way you touched me: It felt good, but so wrong.”
“I’m not going to stop wanting you just because you say it’s wrong,” I said. Her eyes were now glued to mine.
“I know,” she said softly.
I leaned to her and kissed her mouth and she opened up to me. Our lips parted and our mouths meshed into one, our tongues swirled and danced in a slinky pirouette. My hand went to her breast and her hand immediately grabbed mine. The shaking of her head unraveled our kiss.
“No, Chad, we can’t.” She gathered up her purse to leave. “I have to go.”
“Take me with you.”
“No,” she said. “I’m going to leave now. You stay here and finish your drink. Knock on my door in half an hour. We can finish talking about this then.” Then she slugged down the rest of her drink and strutted out of the room. I admired her ass every step of the way.
Thirty minutes later I knocked on the door of her room. The door opened just wide enough to let me in, then closed behind me. Susan stood before me, her hair damp from a shower and plastered close to her head. She wore nothing but a large, white hotel towel that was knotted at her side and it hugged her body from just above her tits to just below her groin. I wanted to chew the towel off of her.
She gripped my hands in hers. “This has to be our secret,” she uttered softly. “If anyone ever knew you were here…”
I took her in my arms and kissed her forehead and her temples and her nose and her mouth. “You want me as much as I want you, don’t you?” I said, half short of breath.
“I know it’s wrong,” she said. “But I can’t help myself.”
Our mouths collided in a burning rush and our tongues resumed their tango that had started in the lounge downstairs. My cock was hard as a rock. Her hands went to my belt and she savagely unbuckled it and then ripped open my zipper as she backed me to the bed. I sat down as she yanked down my pants and boxers in one fell swoop.
“Oh. My. God.” she exclaimed.
I grinned. I guess she didn’t expect to see a nine inch cock on my narrow 5’11” frame.
“Oh my god,” she said again. “I don’t know, I may have bitten off more than I can…”
I cut her off by putting my finger to her lips. “Suck me,” I said.
She dropped to her knees before me and kissed my cock and licked my balls and vice versa. I massaged her scalp and she slipped one hand between my legs.
“I’ve wanted this for so long…” I said. “Put it in your mouth…”
I can’t describe the bliss I felt when she finally took me into her mouth. Her mouth was smallish but she managed to take half of it in. Her lips and tongue were magic and her hands were experienced. She moaned and made sloppy, slurpy sounds as she sucked. We found a steady groove as I softly swung my dick into her mouth and her head and hands kept pace.
“That’s it… Suck that cock.”
We increased our intensity and I held the back of her head as I rammed my cock into her, reaching for the back of her throat. Years of my pent-up desire didn’t take long to emerge and soon I knew I was close.
“I’m gonna come, Aunt Susan,” I grunted.
I discharged a load of cum into her mouth like none other I could remember. It was hot and I felt it rise up, exploding through my shaft and burn on the way out. She took it in her mouth and held her ground through my seizure-like shudders.
When my body finally stopped shaking she was still on her knees. She looked up at me and with the last of my cum on her lower lip, and said, “Chad…whenever we are…uh…just call me Susan.”
She unbuttoned my shirt from the bottom up and we took it off. She stood up before me and untied the towel and it dropped to the floor. Finally I was staring at the alluring body I’d craved and would jerk off thinking about. She stepped closer and put her hands behind my head and pulled my mouth to her swollen right nipple.
Fresh from her shower, she was squeaky clean and smelled lightly of citrus, good enough to eat. And that is what I planned to do. I pulled her onto the bed beside me and she sucked my tongue into her mouth, any lingering resistance now gone, and our hands roamed freely over our electric flesh. I kissed her neck and sucked her stiff nipples and my fingers found their way into her clammy clatch. She moaned with joy.
“Yes…” she hissed, “You’re finally going to have me. How do you like that, Chad?”
I mumbled something with her tit in my mouth. She grunted when I pushed my hand deeper into her.
“Ugh… I can’t believe I’m letting you do this, Jesus, do you have your whole fucking hand inside me? Ugh…”
I moved my face closer to her open twat and as I four-fingered her I chomped down on her enlarged clit. It was already evident to me that Aunt Susan didn’t mind it at all if things were a bit rough.
“Oh shit, Chad, that’s it Honey, suck me Baby. You came in my mouth, and now, ugh, I’m going to come in yours, ugh…and then you’re going to stick that big fucking cock in me and fuck the shit out of me… Oh God…Oh shit…”
I kneaded love her knob with my lips and tongue as I drove my face into her. I pulled my sloppy right hand out of her slippery slot and moved it to her left tit and she instantly grabbed it and put my slick fingers into her mouth. Her groin started a tight, intimate dance with my face as her other hand pulled my head closer. And we danced…
“Oh shit, here it comes, Baby,” she hissed, grinding into me. “Eat my pussy, Honey, I’m coming Baby, oh yes, are you ready?…oh fuck…”
As she came into my face she was pounding my head with her midsection and sucking the skin off two of my fingers. She came in a vibrant rush and I swear she could have spray-painted the far wall if my head hadn’t been there to stem the flow. She howled and growled and dug me until her thrashing finally ebbed to softer spasms.
“Oh God, Chad fuck me…” she implored.
“Not yet!” I said.
I flipped her over on her stomach in one fast move and climbed on top of her and whispered in her ear.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love your ass?” I said. “Your foxy ass has been driving me crazy, and now it’s mine. I’m going to lick your fine ass.”
“Oh, God,” she sighed as I moved down behind her into perfect position.
For the next twenty minutes I licked the rim of her bunghole and tongue-fucked her ass as she moaned and grinded her sweet butt into my face. I spread her cheeks with my hands and stuck my tongue as deep into her ass as I could reach and savored her tasty walls as her sphincter teased my tongue. Her cries were loud and often and muffled by a pillow.
“Oh God, Honey, I can’t believe this,” she groaned. “No one’s ever done this to me before…”
That made me want to work even harder so I slipped a hand between her legs and back into her slippery snatch. That produced a louder grunt of surprise and pleasure and she immediately placed her hand on top of mine and directed my fingers to her hardened love hammer and worked herself with my fingertips. She moved her midsection in a soft, sexy swing, back and forth, alternately drilling my face with her ass and my fingers with her hungry cunt.
My cock was aching for her so I moved up in position behind her and slipped it into her from behind. Our first fuck was going to be doggie style. She squeezed my wiener with her warm, wet bun and I pumped her as hard as I could. She yelped into the pillowcase with every push and within a minute or so I could feel the pressure rising inside me. I drilled her over and over and she kept shrieking, her sopping pussy full of cock.
“Oh shit, what a fuck…” she said. “Ugh, oh fuck, what a cock.”
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you like this,” I hissed in her ear.
“Me too. Ugh.”
“And now I’m going to come.”
“Me too. Ugh.”
I growled like a Grizzly as I dumped my second load deep inside her, spurt after spurt, and Susan moaned into the pillow case. As soon as I pulled my oily driveshaft out of her garage she rolled onto her back and pulled my face to hers for a long, sloppy kiss. There was a puddle of her cum on the sheet where her pounded pussy had been. We kissed and talked dirty for a few minutes before drifting off to sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night Susan got up and went to the bathroom. She was in there for a few minutes, I heard the toilet flush and the water running, and I started stroking myself and soon was hard again. She opened the bathroom door a split second before she flipped off the light and I caught a quick glimpse of her sexy naked body as she headed back to bed.
The room was pitch black. Once she was back under the covers beside me I reached over and grabbed her hand and placed it on my concrete cock.
“Hmmmm…” she said.
I rolled on top of her and fed my dick into her thirsty slit.
“Yessss…” she said.
We fucked nice and long and slow at first and no words were spoken, just coos of contentment. I picked up the pace and poked her harder.
“Yes…” she said again.
My lips found hers in the inky darkness and we deep-throated tongues as we fucked harder still. Her noises were trapped in my mouth as I drove my train into her tunnel. When my grunts got louder she fucked me harder, knowing what was soon to come. She let out a muffled scream and bit my tongue when I stuck a couple of fingers into her ass. Our mouths parted but the fucking continued unabated.
“Sorry,” she said, grinding me.
“You like my cock inside you?” I asked, pounding her.
“Yes,” she said, grinding harder.
“You like my fingers up your ass?” I said, pounding harder.
“You’re gonna make me come again.”
I gave her a couple more hard swings and there it was, rising up through me and into her. I grunted loud and hard and drool dripped out the side of my mouth as our bodies shook.
After I pulled my dick out of her and rested beside her I heard her chuckle.
“What’s funny?” I asked.
Oh nothing,” she replied. “Just another puddle on the sheet for us to dodge. But we really need to get some more sleep. Or I’ll look rode hard and put away wet at the wedding tomorrow.”
“Nah,” I said. “You’ll be the hottest babe in the room.”
“Well, thanks. It’s fun being your whore for a night.”
We didn’t say anything more, but I thought: a night? She’s thinking one night? I had other plans.
In the morning I was returning from the bathroom when Susan’s cell phone rang. She had wrapped the towel around herself and was sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked at her phone.
“It’s Ed,” she said. “Ssshhh…”
I was quiet for a while as they talked, but still being naked, I decided to have some fun and began walking around playing with myself while Susan tried not to look at me or laugh or get mad. I gathered from her side of the conversation that Ed would just meet her at the church and then they would drive back to the hotel for the reception. That was good…he wouldn’t be barging into the room on us…so I decided we would have some more fun.
Soon I was quietly dancing in front of her with nine inches of hard cock bobbing inches from her face. Her face alternated between evil frowns and stifled smiles as she tried to finish her call before losing it. She turned away but I grabbed her towel, yanked it off and tossed it across the room. I got onto the bed and from behind her back took her breasts in my hands. She tried to wriggle free but I held her tight and kissed her neck.
“Okay, Hon,” she said into the phone. “I’ll see you there. Bye.” She ended the call and stared at me with a stern look on her face. By this time I was sitting beside her on the edge of the bed.
“Now, don’t you get mad,” I said, “Or I’ll kiss you.”
She laughed even though she didn’t want to, and she kissed me.
“You are so bad,” she said. We kissed again.
“So are you,” I replied.
“I know.” Then she scooted down onto her knees and sucked my cock.
She gave good head. I held her hair between my fingers as I swung my missile into her mouth. I felt her finger creep into my ass. She filled her mouth and throat with my member and when she knew I was ready to roll she backed off, and then, with just my helmet in her mouth she sucked with all her might, bringing out of me a raucous yell and multiple shots of my love rum.
She rose before me and emptied her mouth of cum onto her nipple and I licked it off.
“Try to stay hard, boy, it’s my turn,” she said, as she sat on my cock facing me. She stared in my eyes as she moved up and down in sweet friction. I put my hands on her buttocks.
“Yes…” she moaned. “Play with my ass.” I squeezed her cheeks and leaned my fingertips into her crack. “Inside…”
I rammed two fingers into her hot hole and she hugged me tight. “Fuck…fuck…fuck…” she kept repeating as we fucked, fucked, fucked. Then I felt a rush spill out of her and over my cock and balls as she collapsed on top of me. We didn’t move for a while.
The wedding went well, and soon after we were back at the hotel in the reception hall. It was a large group, perhaps 200 or so, and we were all at the same table: Me, my mother, my sister Anna and Susan and Ed. The food was fine, the music was good and everyone seemed to be having fun. Susan tried not to look at me but when we did make eye contact she gave me a serious look. Everyone was asking everybody else to dance. I danced with my mom, my sister and a bridesmaid, so it only seemed natural to ask my Aunt Susan to dance, so once Ed was off talking business with some guy I grabbed her hand and pulled her out on the dance floor.
After we were dancing for a minute or two I suggested that we go up to my room.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that!” she said.
“No, I’m serious,” I said. “Let’s have some fun. Meet me in my room and we’ll have a quickie.”
“Chad, please stop. I’m married, you know. I can’t walk out of a wedding reception, I think my husband might notice, don’t you?”
“Ah, shit, that old fart? He’s over there drinking with the boys, look at him. If we’re quick, he’ll never know you’re gone. And if he asks you, just tell him you went to the ladies room and got to talking with the girls.”
“You are crazy, you know that?”
“Yeah, crazy about you.” Then I put my mouth to her ear and said, “It won’t take long. I want to fuck your ass with my tongue.”
She pulled back and said, “You really know how to sweet talk a gal, don’t you?”
“I know what you like,” I said, grinning. The song ended and we began walking back to our table.
“I know,” she said softly.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” I said, and walked away.
I went to my room and waited. Each minute dragged along slowly. After about twenty-five minutes I had just about given up on her when I heard a gentle tapping on the door. Through the peephole I saw it was Susan.
I opened the door and she slipped inside. The door closed behind her and I took her in my arms and kissed her hard. Her mouth seemed to resist at first, but not for long; soon she opened to me and my tongue was in her mouth, and then I felt her arms around me, and the kiss became long and savage and she moaned softly.
When we broke our kiss she said: “I can’t believe I’m here, we can’t keep this up you know, it’s wrong…”
“I want to make you feel good,” I said.
“Me too,” she softly said.
We didn’t bother to undress. I pushed her back to the wall and dropped to my knees in front of her. She wore a dress that was soft and red and fell to just above her knees. I swooped the fabric aside and Susan took it in her helping hand and held it, giving me access to her lovely crotch. I could see the outline of the lips of her already damp, thong-covered pussy. I pulled the thong sideways and she squealed when I stuck my tongue into her snatch and sucked her clit into my mouth.
“Oh God…” she moaned.
Her love rod was swelling inside my mouth as I worked and she was getting wetter and wetter. I reached a hand behind her and squeezed her ass. She was moaning louder and louder and then I spun her around to face the wall and licked her asshole. I could feel her pushing her ass into my face as I rimmed her and she whimpered with each push. I reached my right hand through her legs and continued massaging her love pistol. When I plunged my tongue into her asshole she let out a loud screech and her legs almost buckled. I had already learned that the way to Susan’s heart was through her ass.
I continued her anal tongue fuck and her clitoral shiatsu for a couple minutes, amidst her animal squawks, and urged her to orgasm. The time was near.
A loud “Oh fuck…” was all she said before blasting off, power washing the wall, the carpet and my hand with her liquid sex. That’s what I’d been waiting for.
I stood up and leaned against her, kissed her neck and took off my belt and dropped my drawers.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to fuck you up your beautiful ass!” I whispered into her ear.
“But it will never fit…”
“We’ll make it fit.”
“We don’t have time…”
“We’ll make time…”
I reached between her legs and put my fingers into her slimy slot and got a handful of her luscious love lava and slathered it over my cock and in her asshole. My cock felt like a hot steel rod.
“Oh my god!” she said when I pulled the thong strap out of her ass crack and put the tip of my cock up against her O-ring.
I spread her cheeks and pushed. Susan grunted and opened her asshole for me a tad, and I entered her.
“Oh Jesus Christ, Chad, I can’t believe we’re doing this!” I pushed a little more.
“Of fuck, I can’t believe you’re going to fuck my ass!” She leaned her ass toward me and I pushed a little more hot steel inside her. She wanted it.
I nibbled her ear and told her she had the perfect ass and I wanted to know how it would feel to have my dick inside it. I gave her a poke and another inch or so slipped in.
“Ugh… I can’t believe this… Ugh… Ass fuck…”
Then I reached around to the front of her and slipped fingers of both my hands into her pussy.
“Oh fuck, now what are you doing?
“I’m fucking my beautiful Aunt’s beautiful ass,” I said. I felt her right hand touch mine as she started fingering her clit. I lowered my knee to adjust my angle. Then we started really fucking.
With each pump my cock stretched and filled her ass a little more and my fingers jabbed her sexy cunt. Her ass and groin swayed in steady time with mine and my cock had never, ever felt such soft, solid pressure. It was tight and light. But eventually I was almost all the way in!
“Oh fuck, Chad, oh shit, you better come soon.”
“You okay?” I rasped.
“I feel like I’m going to shit a brick,” she wheezed. Then, “Your cock in my ass, your fingers in my pussy, fuck…”
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
“A little. It hurts good.”
She stroked her tool harder and faster and I started banging her like there was no tomorrow and soon my rod was fully embedded inside her snug butt. I pounded her hard against the wall. In and out, in and out. I could feel my semen rising within. This was the best fuck I’d ever had.
“I’m ready,” I said.
“Me too,” Susan said, and then moaned as she released her second coming.
With one final thrust I groin-slammed her and felt my load rising up through the barrel and out the muzzle of my gun, and I fired shots of sizzling semen into her hot ass.
I held her breasts and kissed her from behind, my cock still between her anal walls. “Wow,” I said. “That was fucking incredible.”
“I can’t believe it. I haven’t done this since college, and he was a lot smaller than you,” she said. “Did you get all of it in?” She could feel my head nodding on her shoulder and then said, “Oh my God, I can’t believe it! But take it out now, I have to get back downstairs.”
She went into the bathroom to clean up and I heard her cursing and bitching about how soaked her thong was and about my cum dripping out of her asshole and about how I got my cum on her dress and what a mess she was.
“I look like shit!” she said when she came out.
“No, you’re beautiful!” I said.
We kissed and then she was out the door, headed back to the reception. I looked at my watch. We had accomplished a lot in only 26 minutes. I took my time going back to the reception and by that time Ed and Susan had already split.
We lost track of each other for a while after that. I was away at school of course, and she had her job and married life to keep her busy. We had to keep it on the lowdown, so any contact had to be secret. Whenever we did communicate her message remained constant: It was great but it’s wrong, I’m married, we can’t continue.
When I went home for Christmas break she kept her distance and even on Christmas Day when they came to visit she never left Ed’s side. I sensed a tension that had never been there before and I wasn’t the only one to notice it, both Anna and my mom picked up on it.
I didn’t know a lot about their marriage, but I did know that Ed had been married with children when he and Susan first hooked up and had an affair. But his wife found out about them and then they got divorced and he married Susan. Ed was evidently pretty wealthy, a stockbroker or something, and they had a place in the city and a condo at the beach.
I sent her a birthday card the following March. I had never sent her one before, but I sent this one and mailed it to her company address. I told her I missed her.
A couple of weeks later Susan called me. She said she was going to be in a nearby town on business the following week and would it be possible to meet for a late lunch? I told her that was good news and we set the date: the following Wednesday at four o’clock. We arranged to meet at a chain restaurant.
When I arrived at the restaurant Susan was already there, ensconced in a booth, on the phone, doing business, papers spread out in front of her and a carafe of wine half gone. We greeted with a quick kiss as she hurried to finish her call. Then she put the phone aside, gathered up the documents and spreadsheets on the table and dumped them into her leather satchel. Then she picked up the carafe and emptied it into the wine glass in front of me.
“Business sucks. I’m done for today,” she said, and sipped her wine. “How are you doing, Honey?”
She looked different somehow. Still beautiful, but stressed.
“I’m okay,” I replied. “How are you?”
“Oh, I’m all right. Just sick and tired of the corporate bullshit,” she said. “But hey, I don’t want to bore you with all that. So, how’s college going this semester?”
“It’s okay, same shit, different day.”
We had dinner and some more wine and by six o’clock we were in the hotel room she had rented right across the street. We skipped dessert; Susan said that would come later. We were barely in the room before her tongue was in my mouth and our bodies meshed and my cock was already bursting at the seams of my jeans. We were ravenous for one another, and Susan was an animal, lusting for me like a bitch in heat. She tore at my clothes, and started yanking them off piece by piece, and in between savage kisses she spit out a passionate monologue of dirty talk. She told me she’d been thinking about this all week, taking my big cock and ramming it in her wet pussy and she wanted to taste my cum and lick my balls and sit on my face and how badly she needed to be fucked.
When my clothing had been reduced to my tented boxers and my shoes and socks she told me to get the rest of the way undressed and she would be back in a minute. She said she had a surprise for me and then went into the bathroom and shut the door.
When the door reopened, I was seated on the edge of the bed, naked with my cock facing north. She stood right in front of me, naked except for a skimpy G-string that barely covered her lovely twat. She spun around, shook her rump inches from my face, a thin green cord buried in the crack of her ass. I detected the same hint of citrus that had so turned me on that first time.
“Do you like it?” she asked, and I nodded. “I bought it for you. It’s edible!”
She moved her crotch close to my face. The skimpy cover was nothing but a collection of green gummy candies. I took a lick.
“I hope you like lemon-lime,” she said. “Go ahead, eat it! Then you can eat what’s behind it.”
She moaned when I put my mouth on it. She put a hand on the back of my head and pulled my head closer to my dessert. As I chowed down she bombarded me with slut talk and described all of the things we were going to do. I grabbed her ass in my hands and held her key lime pie steady, making it easier to munch.
“There you go Chad, on my ass already, aren’t you, you love my ass as much as you like eating my…ughhhh…”
I rammed a finger into her asshole as I took a healthy bite of green.
“That’s it, that’s good, finger my ass, you love it, don’t you? You’re eating my fucking panties then you’re going lick my fucking pussy and I’m going to sit on your fucking face and then you’re going stick that big fucking cock in me and fuck the shit out of me and…”
I wedged another finger into her asshole and her body shook. I spit out some candy so I could chew off some more.
“Ugh, shit….you want to fuck my ass again too, don’t you, I know you do, you horny bastard, well don’t you worry you will, and I brought lube too, I’m ready for you this time you assfucker, I’ll never forget what it felt like when you fucked it with your tongue, you’re the only one who ever did that to me, and the way you licked my ass and rammed your big cock up there, but first I want to suck your cock, and take my time, I want your whole young, strong cock in my mouth, I want to taste your cum again…”
I picked her up and threw her on the bed beside me and shoved my tongue into her mouth to shut her up. We held each other, her body slithering around me like a python, and kissed passionately for some time, my hard penis pressed against her.
“All those things are going to happen,” I said, as I slid myself down between her legs and removed the rest of her thong. “But first, now that the candy is gone, I’m going to eat the real sweet stuff.” Then I put my face between her thighs.
“Ooh, that’s it Baby, eat my pussy, suck it out of me, God I love the way you eat my pussy, I needed this. God I need to be fucked…”
That’s pretty much the way it went all night, and all of her predictions came true, and then some. Susan seemed different somehow, louder, raunchier, our sex was harder. It was better, less inhibited. I chalked it up to her feeling less guilt and less fear of getting caught.
The next morning I awoke with my usual a.m. boner and we started our day with a blowjob for me and a mouthful of cum for Susan. Then we showered together and she let me clean out her pussy with my soapy cock. I kept it up until I wasn’t the only one who started the day with an orgasm.
When she was leaving for her appointment I mentioned that in three weeks I’d be home for a week on spring break, maybe she could fit me into her schedule? I saw a twinkle in her eye.
“We’ll see,” she said, then put her hand behind my head and kissed me, and left me standing there with the taste of her minty, mouth washed tongue.
As spring break approached I hadn’t talked to Susan, and she had asked me not to contact her, so I honored that. She finally called me on the Friday before I was to head home on Sunday.
“So Chad, are you ready to come home for a few days, take a break from school?” she asked.
“Oh yes,” I replied. “I can use it because once I get back after the break it will only be a few weeks till finals.”
“What are your plans next week?”
“Not too much. I’m wide open except for Tuesday. I have to drive down to the beach for a job interview.”
“Really?” she said curiously. “At the beach? What job is that?”
“It’s at the Giant Beach Resort. They hire tons of college students every summer for the season and the pay is really good and great tips too. I know a couple of people that worked there last summer and made a ton of money. My interview is 11 a.m. It’s about a two and a half hour drive each way, so that day is blown.”
“Maybe not,” she pondered. “I have several accounts down at the beach, maybe I can schedule them Tuesday morning.”
“Sounds good to me, I’m hard already,” I blurted.
“Oh, you’re hard all the time, behave yourself,” she said. “After the interview, just come straight over to the condo. Do you remember how to get there?”
I’d only been there twice but I told her I would find it. She said, please do.
I aced the interview and made a beeline for the condo. As soon as the door closed behind me she was in my arms and we were sucking tongues. She wore a terry cloth robe and smelled fresh from a shower. After a long kiss she took my hand and let me to her bedroom. There we embraced again, our tongues saying hello again.
“How did it go?” she asked me as she unbuttoned my shirt.
“I got the job,” I said, shaking off my shirt.
“You did? Wonderful! That calls for a celebration,” she said enthusiastically as she ran her fingers over my chest and kissed my shoulder. “I love your body,” she added, and licked my right nipple. “I can’t wait to fuck you in my own bed.” She put her hand in between my legs and felt my hardness. “Take off your pants,” she said, and backed away a couple steps.
I kicked off my shoes and removed my pants and socks. She told me to sit on the edge of the bed and I obeyed. Then she opened her robe and let it fall to the floor, and her radiant naked body stepped to me and knelt between my legs and started licking my cock. I was already stretched to the max, and this sexy vixen was about to put on a show. She stretched her mouth, opened as wide as she could three or four times to warm up and then took me in her mouth. She must have been practicing because I watched her adjust and readjust her mouth and lips and throat and angle until, little by little my whole cock had disappeared into her mouth and my balls kissed her lips. She gagged only slightly and I slow fucked her throat. Soon she needed to come up for air and I pulled her lips to mine.
“My God, that is fucking unbelievable!” I said.
“I’m such a whore for your cock,” she said, catching her breath. She stood and told me to lie back on the bed, which I did, and then she lay atop me, straddled my face with her pussy and took my cock back into her mouth. For the next few minutes I was fucking her mouth and eating her drippy snatch and when she let out a cock-muffled moan I knew her rush was on the way. I felt her head come off my member and she moaned again, long and deep, as her stream flowed onto my face and down my chin and neck and chest.
Slowly she repositioned herself so we were properly aligned and kissed me.
“You did it again,” she said. “Now, I need you to fuck me.” She yanked my cock into her.
“Fuck me. Yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Keep fucking me, fuck all of me, I’m your fucking whore…” she rambled. Raunchy Susan was back.
That’s the way it continued for the next three and a half hours. Then we had to break it up. We had long drives ahead of us. We left separately in case some nosy neighbor might notice us together. When we kissed goodbye I squeezed her ass.
“You just can’t leave my ass alone, can you?” she said.
“No,” I said. “Until next time?”
“Yeah, probably,” she said with a sly grin. “But in the meantime I think I may need to find a butt plug that feels like your tongue.”
Once again I didn’t hear from Susan for a while. But I had told my mother and sister that I‘d gotten the job at the beach, and one of them had come up with the idea that perhaps I could stay at Susan’s condo for the summer if it wasn’t in use. One thing led to another and Susan actually called me one day. I had just gotten out of a class when my cell phone rang.
“You never call me!” I said to Susan.
“Hello to you, too,” she said, and we laughed.
“What’s the occasion? Did you find that butt plug yet?”
“No, not yet,” she laughed. “I might need another dose of the real thing!”
“Maybe I’ll get another edible thong, but I’ll put it on backwards and stick my ass in your face.”
“Now, that is a great idea!” I said and we laughed again.
She then asked me where I was going to live over the summer when I was working at the beach. I told her the resort provided group housing and they deducted it from your pay. She said she had