Straight Male / 28
Aunt Neighbor 2
Since that day, when things went a bit too far between her and her husband or son, my aunt paid me a visit. Sometimes, I think, she took it far just to make an excuse to storm out of their place for hours. And at my place, she could vent out with a side of pleasure. Of course everyone at her place thought she was going upstairs at my grandparents', so none were the wiser.
Her favorite way to start was by lashing out, and I loved it. The angrier and flustered she was, the perkier her well shaped and cared for breasts would be, and would be trying to pop out of her tad undersized t-shirt or kameez. Her tight butt would be the same, putting the hems of her trousers (yoga pants usually) under pressure. Those, added with her flushed face expressing anger, lust and excitement at the same time, the heavy breathing and (usually) messy hair, turned me on at the very instant of her sight.
I would let her overpower me as soon as we entered my bedroom. She would shove me down on the bed and ride on me by the hips, and push hard on my balls and cock together with hers. I would be already half erect, and her plump, soft, hot pussy pressing on it would do the rest. Her weight would add a side of arousing pain too as she humped on them, while she went to her ways with my upper body. She would do whatever she felt like, but mostly she would wrap her long soft fingers around my throat, pressing on it while flicking her tongue about in my mouth. My hands would slide inside her dress, caressing her smooth, well cared skin underneath, or slide onto her almost stiff buns, kneading or groping them as she would go on to almost choking me blue. The degree of the ass grab became sort of a signal for being too rough. I tried to hold on as long as I could till but sometimes it was scary rather than kinky. I did not know the word safe word at that time though. All this time she would keep pressure on my cock and ball bundle the same ,while her feet pinned down my thighs. That, added with the pseudo breath play, kept my cock erect and firm.
This would calm her down from the initial high place, and make her wet in the treasure area. I could tell, as her breasts and pussy were always pressed hard against my chest and cock . She would let go of the throat first, but keep the kiss (now not so intense) and while caressing my hair, ribs and neck, roll off to the side. We would take off each other's drenched clothes while catching our breath then (she usually took off the tops at first so usually the bottoms), and proceed to the next part. Of course she knew I had a gf at school, and made sure never to dig her nails or leave any marks on me, especially my neck.
She would then pull me close, grabbing me by my hair, and would press my face on her breasts,. I would wrap my arms around her waist, or caress her back, hips and butt, her soft smooth skin running under my fingers making me stiffer, as I took my turn sucking her breasts. The tangy sweaty smell, the almost sticky gummy bear texture and the warmth ran all over my tongue, a mixture her perfume and sweat filling up my nose, and her warm breath hitting my back neck, took me to a state of euphoria like nothing else till date. And with all this, while her practiced fingers were working on my cock and ball, I would reach a sensory overload in no time.
I would try my best to hold on as long as I could, and she advised me to not fully close my eyes during sucking so that I would last longer. But, barely 16, I could do only that much against that attack on all fronts. And I would cum hard, gushing like a faucet within 10 mins. Of course, the ass grope was the signal here too, but she admitted that she liked the hot cum hitting her hand and running down. She never did anything nasty like licking it. She preferred to keep things clean all over and always told me to keep a box of tissue under the bed.
She would let me be, sprawled on my bed, while she washed up, had a light shower in my bathroom, (she had a pack of her own soap there and i kept a towel just for her) and got dressed again. And would leave with a final, long, deep, tongue twisting kiss and a pat on my cheek. And the whole scene would repeat, with some variations, the next time.
Btw. I never figured out how my aunt got her orgasm from this,(I knew about female orgasm by then from my gf at school), until she explained it on a later meet. She usually left me some advises on improvement before she left, which I was happy to make good use of, with her and my gf. ;-) .
Her favorite way to start was by lashing out, and I loved it. The angrier and flustered she was, the perkier her well shaped and cared for breasts would be, and would be trying to pop out of her tad undersized t-shirt or kameez. Her tight butt would be the same, putting the hems of her trousers (yoga pants usually) under pressure. Those, added with her flushed face expressing anger, lust and excitement at the same time, the heavy breathing and (usually) messy hair, turned me on at the very instant of her sight.
I would let her overpower me as soon as we entered my bedroom. She would shove me down on the bed and ride on me by the hips, and push hard on my balls and cock together with hers. I would be already half erect, and her plump, soft, hot pussy pressing on it would do the rest. Her weight would add a side of arousing pain too as she humped on them, while she went to her ways with my upper body. She would do whatever she felt like, but mostly she would wrap her long soft fingers around my throat, pressing on it while flicking her tongue about in my mouth. My hands would slide inside her dress, caressing her smooth, well cared skin underneath, or slide onto her almost stiff buns, kneading or groping them as she would go on to almost choking me blue. The degree of the ass grab became sort of a signal for being too rough. I tried to hold on as long as I could till but sometimes it was scary rather than kinky. I did not know the word safe word at that time though. All this time she would keep pressure on my cock and ball bundle the same ,while her feet pinned down my thighs. That, added with the pseudo breath play, kept my cock erect and firm.
This would calm her down from the initial high place, and make her wet in the treasure area. I could tell, as her breasts and pussy were always pressed hard against my chest and cock . She would let go of the throat first, but keep the kiss (now not so intense) and while caressing my hair, ribs and neck, roll off to the side. We would take off each other's drenched clothes while catching our breath then (she usually took off the tops at first so usually the bottoms), and proceed to the next part. Of course she knew I had a gf at school, and made sure never to dig her nails or leave any marks on me, especially my neck.
She would then pull me close, grabbing me by my hair, and would press my face on her breasts,. I would wrap my arms around her waist, or caress her back, hips and butt, her soft smooth skin running under my fingers making me stiffer, as I took my turn sucking her breasts. The tangy sweaty smell, the almost sticky gummy bear texture and the warmth ran all over my tongue, a mixture her perfume and sweat filling up my nose, and her warm breath hitting my back neck, took me to a state of euphoria like nothing else till date. And with all this, while her practiced fingers were working on my cock and ball, I would reach a sensory overload in no time.
I would try my best to hold on as long as I could, and she advised me to not fully close my eyes during sucking so that I would last longer. But, barely 16, I could do only that much against that attack on all fronts. And I would cum hard, gushing like a faucet within 10 mins. Of course, the ass grope was the signal here too, but she admitted that she liked the hot cum hitting her hand and running down. She never did anything nasty like licking it. She preferred to keep things clean all over and always told me to keep a box of tissue under the bed.
She would let me be, sprawled on my bed, while she washed up, had a light shower in my bathroom, (she had a pack of her own soap there and i kept a towel just for her) and got dressed again. And would leave with a final, long, deep, tongue twisting kiss and a pat on my cheek. And the whole scene would repeat, with some variations, the next time.
Btw. I never figured out how my aunt got her orgasm from this,(I knew about female orgasm by then from my gf at school), until she explained it on a later meet. She usually left me some advises on improvement before she left, which I was happy to make good use of, with her and my gf. ;-) .
