The Hot Summer Begins SeXStoRY

The Hot Summer Begins The summer started slowly. After my initial welcome home and an official barbecue party with f****y and old friends, I settled into my summer job and lazy weekends hanging out with old friends, few of whom were still around. Many had gone elsewhere for summer work since not many jobs were available in our small town, and some of those who remained had changed and it just wasn't the same hanging out with them anymore. So I began spending more and more of my evenings and weekends at home. It was easily three weeks before Mom brought up the promised recital. I hadn't forgotten it, I just didn't know how to bring it up. Reacting on gut instinct, I decided it would be better if Mom first broached the topic. On a quiet Wednesday evening, after she finished a book and Dad wasn't keen on talking since he was in the middle of his own who-dun-it, I did just that. "So, when are you going to start practicing for the recital?" Mom just came right out with it. I looked up, feigning confusion. "Recital?" I asked. Mom threw a couch pillow at me. "Don't be a brat. You know darned well you promised me last Christmas that you would play for the Church." "The Church?" I mused. Another pillow. "Father!" Mom cried. Dad looked up, first at Mom, then me, then back to Mom, then back into his book. "A duet, I believe, if my memory serves me right," he said. Mom and I looked at each other, mouths open, then at Dad, shocked by this indisputable evidence that he was actually aware of what happened around him. "You'd both better get to it, I imagine, and leave a man to read in peace," he said, nose still buried between the pages. Mom and I looked at each other again and she crooked her head at the piano in the next room. I got up and led the way, sitting a little to one side to leave room for my mother. I waited for her to pick something to play, thinking about how fortunate it was that Mom was wearing a light and breezy summer dress and not the shorts or pants she typically gardened in during the summer. In fact, I realized now that I thought about it, she had been wearing dresses almost every day since I got home. Mom sat down, sweeping the loose material of her dress under herself and then smoothing the topside over her thighs. "You pick something," Mom said, seeing that I was waiting for her to choose. "Alright," I replied, thumbing through the books, looking for something that wasn't designed as a duet, something that would put the onus on one player, Mom, leaving me with little to do. I was keen with anticipation, my body tingling so much, it was hard to breathe. "This isn't a duet," Mom complained about my choice. "It can be played like one," I assured her. "But which parts should I play?" "You play the whole thing, and I'll chime in." Mom shrugged and began to play. I slipped in with little bits here and there, then more and more frequently with longer and longer parts. I ad-libbed the whole thing, thinking it up on the fly, enjoying the chance to put the long hours of improvizing with fellow music students into practice. Mom was really worked up. Not just her face but her whole body showed how delighted she was with this new experience. She sweated joy, and it was very endearing and quite infectious.We finished with a resounding flourish and Mom threw up her hands and then turned to hug me. "That was fantastic!" she cried. "Oh, this is going to be so great, everyone will be bowled over." Mom clapped her hands, turning to the living room where Dad's feet were just visible, propped up on the Lazy boy chair tucked out of our sight in the corner. "Drew, did you hear that? Wasn't it incredible?" Dad's head struggled into view, peeking around the wide entrance into the living room across the hallway and into the music room. "What's that?" "Our first duet," Mom said. "Wasn't it beautiful?" "Oh yes, quite," Dad replied, settling back into his chair. "Remarkable." Mom turned back toward me. "Let's do it again," she said, settling her feet near the pedals and smoothing her skirt down but spreading her hands sideways this time, over her thighs rather than down to her knees, leaving the hem a few inches above her knees where it had settled on her agile legs as she played. "Ready?" she asked, starting before waiting for my answer. I wasn't sure if I could remember my ad-libs but they actually came easily, leaving me lots of time to admire Mom. All of her, not just her shaking breasts and legs, but the way she switched from laughter to concentration, the arc of her neck, the delicate way she held her hands over the keyboard, and the softness of her arms. A warm glow enveloped me as I watched her play. Mom showed as much joy the second time as she did the first, but this time she shared it all with me and didn't bother calling Dad. "Do you want to do another piece?" I asked. Mom nodded eagerly, then said, "But I'm playing so much and you're the one everyone wants to see." "I'll find pieces we can both play but let's start with ones mostly by you." Mom nodded, understanding that she needed practice more than I. "But we'll be even in the end," I assured her. "Oh, Jon. I don't know if I can," Mom seemed suddenly nervous. "Don't worry. By the end of the summer, people won't be able to tell who's playing which parts." Mom didn't look convinced. "Trust me?" I asked. Mom's face relaxed into a smile, "Always." "Ok. This next piece needs a lot of footwork. What kind of shoes are you wearing?" I dropped my hand to the side of Mom's knee and pried it toward her, looking down at her feet. Mom reacted by lifting her knee high to show me her feet, wonderfully letting her loose skirt slide high enough to show the thickening of her leg under her thigh. "Hmmm, maybe you should play barefoot," I suggested. Mom slipped her shoes off and placed her toes on the pedals, arching her feet with her heels held high, further slipping her dress up her legs. I nodded my approval. That song was more difficult and we had to stop and start many times. But it was fun. Every time we stopped, Mom patted my thigh with her left hand as a kind of 'good work' signal. When we moved onto a third piece, I suggested that we each play with one hand. At first, I let my right hand hang awkwardly between us but, with the need to sometimes reach across Mom, I curled it around her waist, holding onto her hip. Mom let her idle hand rest on my thigh and took to squeezing my leg instead of patting it when we completed a particularly successful section. In response, I pulled her toward me, enabling my hand to wrap farther around her waist, onto to her stomach just below her breast. I was in heaven. We practiced that piece a lot, working out who should play what. At first we each played only the keys nearest us but it sounded better when we both played the full board, mostly on our own side but sometimes having to reach across in front of the other. This wasn't a problem for Mom but I found myself necessarily grazing the front and underside of her left breast quite often, an action Mom ignored even when my hand around her waist seemed to pull her forward onto my scraping arm. For her part, Mom's reaching arm never touched my chest, I lacking the appropriate contact points, but the hand on my thigh slipped between my legs on several occasions and, eventually, Mom just left it there, her palm constantly resting near my groin and her fingers trailing down between my jeans. I was always aware of its presence, no matter now interesting the tune. We played for a long time, barely pausing between pieces. I copied Mom and kept my idle hand on her left thigh instead of around her waist and had similarly managed to let it slip between her legs. However, unlike hers, mine rested on bare leg, not jeans. The first time I put my hand down, Mom's leg was protected by the thin material of her colorful summer dress, but I gradually worked it back each time I lifted and replaced my hand. As with my scraping arm, Mom seemed to be totally unaware. I was deeper in heaven. It was one thing to look between my mother's legs, but to touch them, now that was real heaven. In my mind, I pictured the panties my hand was in such close proximity to. I wondered what color she was wearing. Were they yellow or red to match the colors on her dress, or simply plain white? We stopped for a longer respite to pick a new piece to play, each of us providing one hand to hold the books, as if our other one, idle through the music, wasn't useful for any task. They remained where they were, each loosely gripping a thigh. As we talked about one candidate piece, Mom's idle hand suddenly became less placid, her fingers idly scratching the inside of my jeans. I don't think it was intentional. I think it just happened without thought as she concentrated on what she was thinking. But my response was deliberate. Tentatively, I let my index finger, the one farthest from her panties, move the tiniest bit and, when there was no response, a little more. Soon, I was stroking the inside of Mom's thigh, not as much as she was and keeping my palm rigidly still, but scratching all the same. Now, here's the thing. I knew Mom was aware of my shenanigans. She gave absolutely no indication that she was, but I knew, I could sense it. And she let it happen! We had just settled on which piece to do next and had started talking about how to play it, a moment when Mom was really concentrating, when I let my little finger stroke her leg too. I knew immediately that Mom was aware, despite her concentration, by a downward flash of her eye, even though her head didn't move and her speech never faltered. This was a clear transgression. This was no friendly pat, or flirtatious scratch. This was a definite caress no more than two inches from her panties on the softest flesh her body possessed. There was no mistaking its intent. Twice more Mom's eye flickered but my pinky kept stroking, slow and gentle, but persistent. We kept discussing the piece. Admittedly, I prolonged the discussion with needless queries for clarification, but Mom didn't seemed annoyed. She calmly explained how she thought things should go, not once glancing down or batting her eye, and the whole time my pinky was scraping up and down near her puss. "Are you ready?" Mom finally breathed. "Yeah," I croaked. We began. Incredibly, we played that entire piece without stopping, not even once. And not just because we didn't want to. We didn't make a mistake through the entire piece, not a single one. It was perfect. When it was over, we both slumped back, in awe of ourselves, each with a hand on the keys and one between the other's legs, both drawn more tightly back than when we had started. I could now feel the edge of Mom's hand along the front of my crotch, a good inch and a half closer than when she had started playing. There was no doubt she was aware of how hard I was. My hand hadn't slipped so close to Mom's center but my stroking pinky was in full contact with the edge of her panties, slowly scraping up and down by her leg hole, its little knuckle rubbing beside the ridge on my side. I was wondering how long I could get away with this, and how we could extricate ourselves while pretending nothing had happened, when the solution arrived. Father's Lazy Boy sprung loudly as he levered his chair closed. As he stood and faced us, our hands rapidly jerked from between each other's legs and Mom quickly smoothed her dress down to her knees. "Done for the night?" Dad asked. "Mmm, yes, I think so," Mom replied, turning to look at me for confirmation, her face red. "Just one more little ditty, Dad," I said, pointing at some music for Mom to look at with her red face. Dad turned toward the stairs. "Well, I'm done," he said. As his footsteps dwindled, Mom said, "I'd better go to bed, too," but she didn't make a move to leave. "That went really well," I said, "but we should practice a lot if we're going to do it in front of people." "When Dad's home," Mom said, looking down. "Why?" I asked, genuinely surprised. "Because he likes to listen, too" Mom replied. With that, she twisted away and ran up the stairs after my father, not giving me a goodnight kiss for maybe the first time in my life.

Sucking his first cock SeXStoRY

I would like to begin by saying that english is not my fist language so I want to appologise for the mistakes that I'll make. That said, enjoy my fantasy about you sucking my cock. ------------------------------------------------- One day, i was walking, enjoying the nice weather. On my way back I decided to stop at the local fast food to buy a soda and go to the bathroom. I was at the urinal finishing my business there when you come in the room and take place next to me. I took a quick look at you and I liked what I saw. A good looking young man who look a bit shy. When I looked at you in the eye, you froze for a second and then turn you head away. That amused me so I decided to give you a little show just to see how you will react. So before putting my cock back in my pant, I took a small step back and start to shake and stroke my dick. Then without turning my head, I look at you from the corner of my eye and you are staring at my cock. So I took my chances with you. I slowly turn my head and when I'm sure that you are looking at my dick, I ask you with a firm tone, "What are you looking at?" You snap out of you trance and say with a nervous voice, " Nothing, I'm sorry" "What you mean nothing. I Know that my cock is not that big but in not NOTHING" "That's not what I meant. Your cock is ok" "So, you were looking at my cock" "Yes, but... no... I mean... " "Stop babbling, you were looking at my cock. I don't care. What do you think of it? Do you think it looks nice?" "Well.. Yes it's nice..." "Would you like to see more of it? Maybe play with it?" "Well... no... I'm not into that kind of thing..." "Really? Why you cock is hard then?" You look down at your own cock to see your erection come straight out of your pants and wiggling around with each of your heartbeat. "It's ok man, if you want to have some fun, follow me." I but my dick in my pants and leave the bathroom. I walk slowly in direction of my apartment, not looking behind but knowing that you are following. At my place, I unlock the door and then, turn around, look at you. smile and tell you to come inside. You'll come with me in the living room. I stand in front of you, just inches away. I can feel the heat of your body. "So, you're sure you want to do this?" I ask you. "Yes" "what do you want to do?" "I want to look and play with your cock and... I want to suck it." "Did you do did it before?" "No,it'll be my first time" "Ok, we'll go slow. Start by rubbing my crotch and feel my cock" Hesitantly, you place your hand between my legs and grab my cock and balls. In an instant I start to get hard. "It's warm and growing bigger and harder" you tell me. "Keep going and when you want more, unbuckle my pants and take my cock and balls out" You keep rubbing for a while and then start to open my jeans to finally free my dick. You're staring at it without moving. Softly, I ask you to touch it and feel the hardness of my cock and the softness of my freshly shaved balls. In one and you take my cock and squeeze it firmly and jerk slowly. With your other hand you massage my balls. While you're like in trance playing with another man's cock and balls for the first time, I ask you to get on your knees to have a closer look. Without hesitation, you kneel on the floor before me and I can feel your breath on my crotch. Even without experience, what you're doing is turning me on a lot. Looking down at you I ask in a soft voice: " You see that drop of precum forming on my cockhead? You can lick it if you want. You'll see it taste really good " You hesitate a few second. Then bring your mouth closer to my cock, take your tongue out and with the pointed tip, lick the precum. "Do you like it?" "Yes" you answered almost out of breath. "That's it, lap it all up. It feels good. oh yeah. Move your tongue around to cover all the cockhead. That's it cover it with saliva. You're learning fast." Whit those encouragements, you lick my cockhead not only with the tip of your tongue but all your length and with. I can feel the warmth of it on my dick and it makes me shiver. "Now work on the sensitive edge of my cockhead. Wrap your tongue around it." God your good. You're working your magic on my cock and I'm really getting hot. "Lick the hole length of my rod. From base to tip. Lick it all. " This feel good but it won't make me cum. It will just keep me on the edge and makes me build up a big load of cum. You keep licking from base to tip. Stopping from time to time to lap up the precum oozing out. You really getting into it. You love the taste and feel of your first cock. You lick, lap and tickle my cock while lightly massaging my balls. Time for the next step I thought to myself. After a while, I take a step back to make you let go of my cock and balls. There you are, on your knees looking at my hard cock waving in front of your face. "You licked my cock all over. You like the taste of it?" "yes" "Did you liked to play with my balls?" "yes" "Would you like to taste them and feels them on your tongue?" "Oh yes" I drop my pants to my knees to give you a better access and let you lean forward to kiss, lick and suck on my balls. You're going crazy on my freshly shaved balls. Licking all over. Sucking one ball in your mouth, then the other. While you're savoring my balls, I push down on my cock to rub it on your forehead and spread my precum all over. You really loving it and me too. I'm really getting close. "Now it's time for the real thing. Put my cockhead on your tongue and wrap your mouth around it. Then slowly go down and take my cock in your mouth. Nice and slow. Don't try to take it all. Just take as much as you can and still be comfortable. Make sure to use your lips to protect my cock from your teeth and go up and down on my dick. You think you can do it? Do you want to do it?" "Oh yes! I wanted to do this all my life. I'll do my best to please you." "Go for it then." With a trembling hand, you grab my cock at the base and pull it down toward your mouth. You look at the cock head covered with precum. You lick your lips to make them all wet and slippery. While opening your mouth you cover you teeth with you lips and form a perfect O in witch you guide my cock. I shivered when your lips touched my cock and at the same time you moan softly with the satisfaction to start sucking your first cock. You push your mouth down on my cock slowly savoring every inches as it slide between your tongue and the roof of your mouth. Just before my cock went too deep in your mouth and make you gag, you pull back. Then you start going up and down on my cock building a nice rhythm. Up. down, suck, lick. Without thinking about it, I start to move my my hips back and forth to fuck your mouth but you want to be in control. You then grab my ass and stop the motion of my hips and take back the control of the sucking. As you suck like a pro, making my precum flow in your mouth, you start massaging my ass et sliding a finger in my crack lightly brusing my asshole and I like that a lot. As you hear my breathing getting heavy, you know that I'm getting close. You pull back, only keeping my cockhead in your mouth and start to brush the edge of it with your tongue. My dick is so sensitive that your tongue play takes me over the edge and make me cum in your mouth. Shot after shot, my cum spray in your mouth filling it more and more. Your lips are sealed tight around my cock so every drop of cum stays in your mouth and when it's full you have no choice but to swallow. You then slide down my cock once again and start to milk my cock to get every drop of cum. My cock is so sensitive and you're sucking so hard that my body is shaking out of my control. After a few minutes, you let go of cock, sit back on your hips and look up at me with a big smile. I look back at you, you look so happy. "So, you liked sucking my cock?" I ask you. "Oh yes, it was great" "You liked the taste of my cum?" "it's the best thing I ever tasted." "Happy to ear that." "Will you let me do it again some time?" "You can suck my cock any time you want baby. You done a great job and with practice you'll only get better. So I'll be happy to let you suck me." Then you leave making sure to give me your phone number and telling me to call whenever I want and blowjob. The end ------------------------------------------------- Since it's my first story and that I'm not used to write in english, please leave me your comments.

Sneak affair SeXStoRY

Bella was brought into my uncles house as a maid,She had a one heck of a phat ass.I use to visit for holidays and had been fantasizing about her but she was a couple of years older.She was 32 and I had just turned 23.I had been thinking of ways to let her know that I desired her but she seemed so distant and hard to approach as she viewed me as her young master.My uncle and his wife left for work every morning and did not return until dusk.So it was just myself and Bella at home.My uncles house was built such that the maids had their own quarters separate from the main house.At night when everyone else was asl**p I quietly left the main house and found my way to Bella's room.I got on the bed with her and began to caress her.Stop she whispered,we are gonna get caught.I worked my way down her belly and between her thighs.She spreads her legs as my middle finger slides over her clitoris and between her pussy lips.its a little dry so I move back to her clitoris and gently rub it.She spreads even wider and her hips start to move.Now I can feel the slippery fluid,she tries to get my finger in but I stay on her clitoris.Her vagina is pulsating wildly at this time.I can feel her breathing getting heavier and her heart beating faster.I get on top of her and move my briefs to the side,letting out my hard cock.I slide it in as she wraps her arms around my neck.I sink my cock in even deeper,she jumps as I feel it hit her cervix.We are both high on lust as we fuck,Bella is moaning loud,her eyes closed.I feel the rush of semen starting to build so I stop and tell her to get in a doggy position.I slide my cock in from the back and begin pounding away.Bella buries her face in the mattress as I fuck her harder.She is starting to cream and the she suddenly jumps off and starts running from one ends of the bed to the other.Next thing I hear her vagina letting out a long queef as she tries to hold it in.She is embarrassed as I look at her in awe.I pull her back towards me and spread hr legs in missionary position.I slide in and start pounding,she wraps her legs and arms around and starts to breath heavily.She lets go of me and tries to push me off her body but I keep pounding,she grabs me tight and lets out a scream.I feel her pussy get wetter at this time I can feel the sperm building,marching their way up my urethra with one big thrust I let it all into her as the tingling sensation runs through my body.

Came twice in her ass... SeXStoRY

It started Sunday afternoon when I was on a conference call. I was in the sun room and she just came by, unzipped my pants and took by dick in her mouth. When it stood right up in the air, she quickly removed her pants and sank down on it. I was still on the call and could hardly control my voice. She jumped up and down a few times and all of the sudden stopped, zipped my pants and told me we would continue later. That evening we were at friends house for dinner. During the dinner my wife let me know that we needed to leave. She needed to finish the job... When we came home we both quickly remove all clothes. She asked me to fuck her directly in her ass. It did not take me long to fully penetrate her tight ass and quickly I filler it hot, creamy cum. As I rolled of her she told me that I was not done. She asked me to play with my self. As I did she started playing with her self as well. Not the normal way with fingers in her pussy. No, she played with her butt. There was still plenty cum dripping out, and she used it to lubricate her finger and fuck her self. That was just too much for me and I quickly was ready to cum again. I pressed my dick deep into her and came again. That evening we both slept well. Her ass was all greasy and smelled so nice.

Girlfriends lift home. SeXStoRY

Lately my gf has been very dominant like expecting me to go down on her every day even a couple of times a day. She gets very horny and wet down there and even leaks when aroused so my job is to try and stop it. Last fri she went out with her girlfriends and when i picked her up to give her a lift home she was tipsy, so i figured out i was gonna get to unload in her mouth whist driving. When i hinted her to suck my cock she said that she would be very pleased if i went down on her and she would repay me the next day and grinning devilishly, so i did it. i noticed she wasn't wearing any panties so when i asked her she just said i gave it to a friend as a trophy. she just push my head into her pussy not letting me ask her anything else, it was very wet and had a different taste i thought to myself it mite be her drinking and dancing all night maybe had something to do with it. When she came, she she said "hope you enjoyed it tonight especially the taste as your going to get used to it, and thank john for it". i asked her who was john? and she just said the one whose spunk you've swallowed. i froze and then she just laughed and said yes thats it john a black friend with a dick twice your size and he fucked me in the clubs toilet and he kept my sexy panties that you bought me. HOPE you liked it comment and might post second part...

Mel and me in rochester!! SeXStoRY

The musical orchestra Mel and i are in had a performance in Rochester ,New York and i needed someone to share a room with at hotel. Mel was the first person who came to mind,and since blowing him last time i thought i would ask him. Mel told me his wife wouldn"t be going and he would love to share a room with me!! Friday morning we had to meet bus in Burlington,Ontario early so when i got up i showered and gave myself an enema so i would be so clean for Mel.My toes were painted bright red and i was shaven clean except for groin region and man-pussy!When i arrived at bus Mel had saved me a seat near him ,so we wouldn"t draw any attention to our lust for each other.It is about a 4hour bus ride there and when we arrive we have to check into room then practise.Our room is on the 7th floor.When i got to bathroom in room and Mel hadn"t got there i quickly put on garterbelt and black fully fashioned stockings and put my tight jeans on and running shoes for rehersal.Mel and i met along road to where we were practising and i said to him to look down at my shoes and when he did i lifted my pants a bit so he could see my nylons!! Mel told me he can"t wait till rehersal is over and that he will be watching me at practise!After rehersal the orchestra went down to bar for a few drinks.Mel and i had disscussed earlier that i would stay a half hour then go to room.Mel was to give me an hour to get ready.I put on my red thong,pink La Sensa bra with my fake 38-dd's,short white leather skirt and my open toe high heel mules!! I put on some romantic music and was anticapating Mel finally making love to me!!Mel is 66 and very handsome and has a great personality!!He sometimes jokes with me and says i have a nice ass!My blonde wig is on and my make-up looks sexy!!Mel came into room and smiled and asked me to slow dance!! While holding me i asked Mel if he would make love to me like he does his wife,and he said yes!!I unbuttoned his shirt and all that white and brown chest and stomache hair was waiting for me to run my fingers thru it mmmm!! I pressed in tight and started to kiss his hairy shoulders ,then his neck.Mel turned his head and our lips and tongues met!!I rubbed the hair all over his back as we necked!!Then i reached for his belt and undid it,then i undid his pants nand pulled his pants off, leaving Mel injust his tight black underwear !! Mel had a big bulge waiting for me in there!I kissed down his hairy cheast ,feeling the hair against my face and lips!Lower i go to his hairy stomache and kiss all over it mmm!! I stand up and take of my leather skirt and lower myself unto my knees. I then start rubbing his hard older cock thru his tight undies!!I then pull them down and Mels big uncut hairy cock and balls are right in my face mmm!! I open my mouth and take Mels hard cock inside,sucking and blowing him!! Mel then told me to lie on the bed on my back,he reached and took my thong off!Then i could feel Mels tongue taesing my man-pussy mmmm!!I grabbed his head and held him there as he ate me!! I was moaning and begging for Mels big cock!!Mel stood up and fed me his older cock inch by inch!!When i was good and relaxed Mel started making love to me ,in an out ,in and out!!I could feel his big man balls touching my ass as he was fucking me!!Mel took off my high heel mules and stared kissing and sniffing my stocking feet and toes as he was thrusting his cock in an out making me moan an moan!!Mel then pulled out and laid flat on the floor asking me to ride his older cock!! Stocking feet on either side of Mel i slowly sat on and took all of his cock!!I then started moving my pussy up an down on his cock,Mel was moaning an moaning as i milked his hard uncut older cock!!Mel then said i have sexy stocking feet and toes and that they make him horny,which made me horny, which made my clitty hard!! My clitty was leaking as Mel fucked me!! Then Mel said that he is going to cum and where did i want him to unload his cum!I looked Mel in the eyes and said my pussy,please cum in my pussy baby!! Mels cock started shooting spurt after spurt of his thick hot man cum in my ass as he was moaning!I felt at least 6 twitches of his cock while he was cumming!!This feeling of Mel cumming in me finally, set me off,and my clitty started shooting spurt after spurt of my cum onto Mels hairy stomache and chest!!Mel told me he will fuck me when ever he gets the chance!!We had to go to sl**p as we have a early morning show,but i was excited to feel Mels hairy body against me all night!!let me know if you want more stories!!

AUNT JO SeXStoRY

Josephine Myers looked at her cute niece, Morgan, as she napped on the sofa. The short, pretty brunette had graduated from high school the previous Friday, slightly more than a month after celebrating her eighteenth birthday, and was staying in the city with her favorite aunt for the rest of June. She had her own bedroom in the apartment, but had fallen asl**p on the sofa after a day of shopping and sightseeing, and was obviously having a pleasantly erotic dream. While she squirmed in her sl**p, the girl's short denim skirt had ridden up her thighs, exposing her white cotton panties. Even as Josephine watched, a wet spot in the crotch spread, and its aroma became stronger and more enticing. The sight and the aroma happened to be very pleasantly erotic to her because she was extremely attracted to cute chubby young dark-haired women who looked like her niece. As an eighteen year old virgin, she had gotten married right after finishing high school in her small home town. The young bride quickly learned she had made two mistakes, and that one of them was keeping her virginity for so long, rather than gaining the experience necessary to make a more informed choice. The other was marrying the man who took her maidenhead on what her mother and all her older relatives told her would be the most exciting night of her life. It wasn't. During the process of being deflowered, Josephine became aware she had practically no interest in Donald, the man she had just married, and not even any real affection. While she lay patiently on her back on their honeymoon bed, he inflicted a sharply painful penetration on her and followed that by panting and grunting atop her acquiescent form until he sighed and relieved himself by ejaculating into her pussy. The groom thought and acted as if he had done a great thing for both of them, and his bride saw no point in disabusing him of that notion, although she had received no pleasure whatsoever from the few minutes of coupling. When it was over, she realized that one of the main reasons for keeping her virginity until that night was that not one of the boys or men she knew had ever aroused any real sexual interest, although many of them had tried. Her bridegroom, who quickly fell asl**p next to her, wasn't much better than the others who had tried to convince her they should be the one to provide her first sexual thrill. However, he was a pleasant man, who could make her laugh, as well as being a good dancer and very well off financially. Donald was the kind of man all her friends and relatives described as "a good catch" and marriage to him seemed to be the right thing to do. After her wedding night, Josephine resisted his sexual advances whenever she reasonably could, only giving in when she felt she had to. Having been brought up with the belief that females were sensitive creatures, not much given to carnal desires, Donald believed her reticence to be normal, and that any other woman would be the same way. His own libido was not very high anyhow, so his wife's lack of sexual interest was not a serious problem to him. Eighteen months after their wedding, nothing was a problem to him. On his way to the corner mailbox, Donald was the victim of a d***ken driver, whose heavy sedan jumped the curb and crushed him against a brick wall, killing him instantly. The driver died of internal injuries a few days later. Josephine missed her late husband's sense of humor and his pleasant disposition, but she didn't miss his clumsy attempts at seduction. What little genuine sadness she felt was more than assuaged by the very considerable settlement from the d***k's insurance company and by the payoff on the large life insurance policy her husband had insisted on taking out. When his estate was added, Josephine became a wealthy young widow, and judicious investments provided a regular and substantial income. She was rich enough that she could afford to move to a large nearby city and work at a job that didn't pay much but interested her and enabled her to indulge her artistic inclinations. Her new coworkers, none of whom were anywhere nearly as well off, were all of a Bohemian nature, and were glad to have a new companion to finance their weekly parties. One night, after drinking a little too much red wine, Josephine allowed herself to be seduced by a chubby, intense woman with long, straight black hair. It was a revelation! The young brunette did things for her body that Josephine had never even heard of, and that her late husband would never have done anyhow. Following her momentous orgasm, by far the best one of her life, she reciprocated, and found it was as much fun to eat a pussy as to have hers eaten. The second best orgasm of her life was elicited by a double dong she shared with that same woman. After that, the young widow always joined her new friends in what they did after the wine consumption slowed. This was mostly sex with a wide variety of partners, and Josephine found she much preferred getting it on with the women, especially her first seductress and other's who resembled her. In particular, she reveled in hearing cries of orgasmic joy while having the sides of her head squeezed by sexily plump female legs in response to her tongue caressing the clit that nestled at the junction of her partner's thighs. Seven years after her first lesbian experience, Josephine Myers was in her late twenties, and regarded sympathetically by older members of her f****y. "Poor Jo," they said to each other. "A widow so young and still grieving too much to take any interest in another man." They were right about their kinswoman's lack of interest in other men, but not about the reason. As an object of their sympathy and because she was so well off financially, Josephine was a frequent and welcome guest in the homes of those same f****y members. She was the youngest issue of her parents, not all that much older than her nieces and nephews, and they thought of her as more of a big s****r than an aunt. Because of that, and her artistic nature and her job and apartment in the more sophisticated big city, she became their confidante, especially that of her nieces. She also became their favorite aunt, and they visited her whenever they could. As a combined birthday and graduation gift, her oldest niece, was allowed to visit for a month with Aunty Jo, who was very happy to have her company. The young lady stayed in her aunt's guest room the night she arrived in town, and they went out on their sightseeing and shopping excursion the next day. Morgan enjoyed herself immensely that day, and the change in her routine was helping her get over a recent breakup with a perfidious schoolmate, whom she used to think of as her boyfriend. The young swain had fervently professed his undying love but, immediately after deflowering the supposed object of his affection two days after her eighteenth birthday, he turned indifferent. Beginning with the next day, he avoided her at school and broke his promise to call her. When Morgan finally caught up with him, after almost a week of being avoided, he suggested that they were "getting too serious" and should start seeing other people. "It's not you; it's me," was his claim, but Morgan was too smart to believe that. Nevertheless, she couldn't very well impose her unwanted company on him, and she barely made it through the last few weeks until graduation. When her mother and aunt suggested the extended visit, Morgan jumped at the chance. For one thing, she would have somebody to talk to about her problems with boys. Aunty Jo was mature and experienced enough, Morgan reasoned, to be able to listen and give good advice, but not so old as to be out of touch with the needs of young girls and the changing of social mores. During the course of the day's adventures, she told everything to Aunty Jo, who provided her a figurative shoulder to cry on. Besides her shoulder, the other woman had provided a sympathetic ear to talk to, and had really listened to everything her unhappy niece had to say. The advice she gave, that there were plenty of better guys who would be much more appreciative of such a sweet and pretty girl, hit home. She also told her niece that she was better off without the asshole, and the guy may have actually done her a favor by showing what a rotten person he was before Morgan invested too much of her time and affection. The younger woman felt very much relieved after their conversation and, since she hadn't been sl**ping well at home since the breakup, fell asl**p on the sofa shortly after arriving back in the apartment. As Aunty Jo watched the movements of the girl while she was asl**p, she pondered something that had occurred to her while Morgan recounted her sad tale, especially the painful experience of losing her virginity. It sounded so much like Josephine's first sexual encounter that it was uncanny. For one thing, it had been more painful than enjoyable for both her and Morgan. For another, there had been more a feeling of obligation than of lust. Josephine had already been aware that her niece had never shown much interest in dating, and the guy in question was her first steady boy friend. Until then, all her closest friends had been girls, which was another parallel between the two women. Morgan had been dating the young man for almost three months, and he had been able to convince her that, after that long, fucking her was his right. She had liked him well enough, but no more than that, before finally giving in to his repeated demands. Morgan did so although she hadn't really wanted to, and it had actually been physically painful, with no pleasure at all for her in the act. The subsequent loss of the phony boy friend had been more a blow to her self esteem as a woman than a breaking of her heart, but it was no less painful. Josephine wondered whether her niece might actually be a lesbian and not know it, which had proven to be the true fact in her case. She also wondered if she should try to find out. Taking advantage of a vulnerable young girl, especially a relative, was not the kind of thing she liked to even think about, but she might actually be doing Morgan a good turn. Josephine was also aware that, whatever the girl's true sexual nature, it would be a very pleasurable experience for both of them. She would certainly be able to give her niece a great orgasm, probably several of them, possibly making up for some of the negative experience she had just been through. While pondering what to do, Josephine knelt on the floor beside Morgan and cautiously leaned forward to sniff the juices that were slowly spreading on the crotch of her niece's tight panties. Their aroma was delightful and enticing, and she couldn't resist a small sample. After lightly brushing the tip of her tongue against the wetness, she had to have more. The pretty young woman's pussy had produced some of the most delicious juices Josephine had ever tasted, even soaked into her panties as they were. The older woman leaned in more closely and her tongue began lapping more vigorously at the ambrosia. "Aunty Jo, what are you doing," was the rather plaintive query that interrupted her treat. Josephine looked again at her niece's face. Both of Morgan's brown eyes were staring at her, but she was smiling, and made no move to pull down her skirt or do anything else to discourage the attentions that she couldn't have been expecting. "I'm just trying something different, Sweetie. How does it feel? If you don't like it, I'll stop." "No, don't stop. It feels really nice. Different but nice." "I'm glad you like it. It'll feel a lot better if I take your panties off." As she spoke, Josephine reached along the young woman's hips and put the tips of her fingers into the waistband of the superfluous garment. "Okay." Morgan raised her body from the sofa and let her aunt pull the elastic down and around her hips and ass, receiving a delicious and thrilling sensation when stray currents of air contacted her wet, engorged pussy lips. Josephine pulled the damp garment down her niece's legs and off over her sneakers. She thought about removing the shoes too, but decided against it. If she continued what she had started, and it became an extensive sexual adventure, she would remove them, as well as all the clothing that the two of them were wearing. She moved in closer, wrapped her arms around the young woman's thighs and gazed adoringly at the delightful pussy she was about to start relishing. The sexually inexperienced Morgan was far from being any kind of femme fatale, and her pubic hair was not even trimmed. The beautiful, creamy white skin of her thighs and lower body framed the sparse, dark curls, and the inner lips, dark pink and swollen from her erotic dream, peeped through. Josephine moved her face in closer and breathed deeply of the heavenly aroma, even better when fresh from the source than it had been after soaking through her panties. She gently licked at Morgan's inner thighs, and the flavor was even better than the scent. The texture of the soft, smooth skin might have the most pleasurable thing of all. "Oh, Aunty Jo! That feels so good!" Morgan's lower body began squirming from the gentle touch of her aunt's tongue on such a sensitive part of her body. It felt good, even wonderful to Josephine too. After licking up all the juices from her niece's plump thighs, she had some reluctance to leave, because the skin there was so enticing. When she did, and moved her face in closer so her tongue could sluice up everything from Morgan's crotch, the nectar was thicker, and even more delicious, and the flesh felt softer and warmer and more vibrant. After cleaning off all the juices from the surrounding parts of her niece's pussy, Josephine's tongue started caressing one of her outer lips. The flesh there was even smoother and more alluring than in the other places she had explored, and the hair that tickled her mouth was downy and immature, and felt almost as good as the girl's bare skin would have. As most young women do, Morgan played with her pussy sometimes, and it always felt pretty good, but it was nothing compared to what her aunt's tongue was starting to do. Against her thighs, it had been divine; on her crotch, it had been so much better that she had thrust her body in the general direction of the tantalizing organ but, once the caressing of her pussy lip started, it was more incredibly wonderful than anything Morgan had ever felt. She moaned blissfully, and her body began writhing under her aunt's touch. During those involuntary movements, she put her hands on her breasts, and was surprised at the rigidity of her nipples. She tweaked them between her thumbs and index fingers, and was even more surprised at the connection she seemed to make between them and her clit, which she liked to fondle while masturbating. It made the whole experience even better, so Morgan continued rolling her nipples between her fingers and thumbs, reveling in the currents of pleasure rocketing among those three sensitive places. When she heard and felt the young brunette's reactions, and saw what she was doing with her hands, Josephine smiled inside. She was extremely happy to be the first person to bring this particular delight to her beloved niece, and she wanted the first time to be as good as she could make it. Progressing slowly, wanting to make the pleasure last as long as she could, and build Morgan up to a memorable orgasm, Josephine's tongue caressed all the way to the other woman's mons before stopping. She kissed the plump mound and looked up to see how her niece felt about what had happened so far. "Oh! Oh, Aunty Jo! That's just wonderful! I've never felt anything like it, and I hope you won't stop. Please don't stop!" "Don't worry, Sweetie. It'll get even better, and I promise I won't stop what I'm doing until it's the best thing you've ever felt." Having made that promise, Josephine's mouth returned to Morgan's wet pussy. After feasting on all the nectar that had just been produced, she started to treat the other outer lip the same way. As her tongue moved slowly along, working its magic, the movements of the younger woman's body grew more frenetic. Her legs started thrusting back and forth over Josephine's shoulders, and her heels pounded against the older woman's back, causing Aunty Jo to wonder if she should have delayed long enough to remove Morgan's shoes. It was too late now; she didn't want to interrupt the climax that she could tell was building up in her niece's body, so she accepted the slight discomfort. Morgan was feeling no discomfort at all. As she had said, her Aunty Jo was doing things that felt better than anything else in her very limited experience. The second time a loving kiss was planted on her soft round mount of Venus, the older woman looked up, caught her eye and smiled, before her face once again dropped out of sight. The sensations that began within a few seconds were even better than the earlier ones; she moaned from the exquisite pleasure and her body involuntarily writhed on the sofa and rocked back and forth on her ass. Once again, her Aunty Jo's smiling face appeared, but this time it was shiny and wet. Morgan realized it was the juices that she had been producing, and she hoped her aunt wouldn't be angry about the messiness. Before she could say she was sorry, the face disappeared again, and the sensations resumed, only better. Morgan could feel something building up in her body, similar to what she felt when she masturbated, but vastly stronger and more intense. The strange sensation seemed to start from much deeper inside, and its immensity made her think of a storm gathering above a meadow. "Oh! Oh, Aunty! That just keeps getting better and better!" she gushed to the woman who was bestowing such a tremendous gift on her. It was getting better and better for Josephine too. Morgan's pussy was the youngest she had ever eaten, and certainly one of the most delectable. She was one of the most responsive too and, while the pretty brunette's body pitched and tossed on the sofa, she moaned and whimpered from the bliss she was feeling, and begged her aunt not to stop. That was totally unnecessary, because stopping was something that Aunty Jo had no intention of doing. What she intended to do was much more of what she had just been doing. That had been thrusting her tongue between a pair of inner and outer lips, all the way to where she had been licking Morgan's clit hood, and she was starting to do the same for the other pair. With every stroke her aunt's tongue made, Morgan was getting closer to cumming. Josephine had taken her time pleasuring the first pair, licking the same place over and over, before finally reaching and letting her tongue caress the protective hood at the end of the inner lip. After devouring the delicious fresh juices that had been produced, she started on the second pair of lips, intending to treat these the same way. With her face canted slightly to allow her tongue to slide between them, she thrust in and out of the labia, moving slowly upward. By the time she reached her niece's clit hood again, Morgan's body was thrashing about on the sofa, seeming to be in danger of falling off. Wanting to avoid such a mishap, Josephine moved to the side, pulling the younger woman against the back, and viewed her face and body again. Morgan's head was rolling from side to side on the throw pillow, with her eyes closed and her face bisected by a smile of pure, blissful lust. Her entire body was in motion, rocking from side to side, with her legs thrusting out and back while her pussy fucked up toward the face that had just been there. Josephine looked down and noted that her niece's adorable clit, looking like a lovely pink pearl, had entirely pushed its way out from its protective hood and was waiting to be fondled and pleasured some more. It was obvious the younger woman was as ready to cum as she ever would be. Morgan never would have believed that anything could feel as marvelous as what Aunty Jo was doing to her pussy, and the aroused brunette hoped she would keep doing it. When the older woman stopped briefly, Morgan opened her eyes and beheld an erotic sight. Her aunt was smiling and gazing down at her body with a mouth and nose and chin that were covered with more of the shiny juices that Morgan knew she was responsible for. Before an apology for making such a mess could be offered, Aunty Jo moved her face back, and a tremendous fresh torrent of pleasure, even greater than what had gone before, poured over Morgan's young body. It was so incredible, that her thrashing on the sofa became even more frenzied, and she rammed her pussy even harder against the face between her thighs. The gathering storm suddenly burst through, and she started cumming as she had never cum before. Morgan screamed in joy. Reflexively, her hands went to the back of the head between her legs, pressing Aunty Jo's face against her pussy. The young brunette's legs also reacted, clamping down on that same head, as if she never wanted it to leave, which she didn't, and swinging back and forth, while she bounced up and down on the sofa cushions. Morgan's hips continued their swiveling, jerking her Aunty Jo around as her cumming continued. Whole her body was active, so was her voice, babbling happily over the fantastic new experience she was having. Josephine's arms clung tightly to the sturdy thighs that were squeezing her head, and rode with the wild gyrations, a very willing prisoner. Morgan's ass bounced up and down on the sofa, as if she was trying to wrap her pussy around the face of her aunt. Staying with those movements too, Josephine kept the luscious morsel inside her mouth, sucking on it while her tongue caressed the swollen sides and top. She delighted in every second of Morgan's cumming, which went on for almost five minutes, until her niece gave another loud cry of pure ecstasy, her back arched, and every muscle in her body clenched. For an ultimate time, she rammed her pussy against Aunty Jo's face. After her tremendous orgasm, Morgan totally relaxed on the sofa, and Josephine removed her mouth from the younger woman's clit. Avidly, she licked off all the nectar that had spattered on her niece's belly, thighs and crotch, and all around her pussy. However, she had enough self control to leave the juice that was in the beautiful pink hole that had produced it, even though she knew that portion to be the most delicious of all. Josephine very much needed to climax too, and she wanted to do it by e****ting Morgan into her bedroom and using the strapon that was stashed in her panty drawer. A few minutes later, the brunette opened her eyes and stared at the woman who had just given her the most pleasure she could remember ever receiving. "Aunty Jo, that was just wonderful! I've never felt anything like that! Can you do it again?" "Yes, I can, but not here. Can you walk into my bedroom?" "I think so. It took some exertion, but Morgan got up to a sitting position on the edge of the sofa. She started to reach for her wet panties, but Josephine stopped her. "You won't need those. In fact, I'll take off your shoes and sox and, once we get into the bedroom, we'll have to get rid of these other things too." Josephine fingered the skirt that had been pushed up above Morgan's hips and the blouse that came unbuttoned during the younger woman's erratic movements, before untying her sneakers and removing them and her bobby sox. . Barefoot, and moving with some trouble, Morgan was helped into the bedroom by her Aunty Jo, until she sat down on the bed. Josephine quickly removed the young woman's skirt, blouse and bra and, almost as quickly, divested herself of all her own clothing. As naked as her niece, she stood looking at the younger woman who lay on her back with her legs apart, showing off her adorable pink pussy. "Aunty Jo, you certainly have a beautiful figure," Morgan observed. "Thank you Sweetie. I try to take care of myself." The comment by Morgan had made her believe even more that the young woman had strong lesbian tendencies, even if they had never been brought out before. Quickly, she stepped over to the dresser, opened her panty drawer and dug into the bottom until she found what she wanted among the other toys she kept there. Josephine took out her favorite strapon and held it up to show it to her intended partner. "What's that?" Morgan asked when she saw what her aunt was holding. "That white part in front looks kind of like Kyle's thing." "It's a lot like Kyle's thing, but better." While speaking, she let her niece get a good look at the dildo that would soon be giving her even greater pleasure than she had already gotten. Josephine bent over and put her left foot on one side of the center strap, and her other foot on the other side, and pulled the outer straps up above her knees. While holding the other dildo, which protruded upward from the middle strap, she raised the toy until its head was pressed against her pussy, which was as wet as Morgan's had been. Crouching to open herself up and moving the tip around, she spread the wetness, before giving a short push and wedging the lifelike head between the swollen lips of her pussy. Josephine murmured happily as a burst of delight shot through her body from that slight penetration. After the tip of that toy was where it belonged, she straightened up, pulled the straps above her hips, and turned to walk in the direction of Morgan, who was staring at her and at the front dildo as it bounced up and down. Once she had started inserting that part of the toy into her niece's pussy, she would pull the straps all the way up to her waist, cramming her dildo the rest of the way into where she wanted it. After that, every movement she made, or that Morgan made, would make the thick plastic cylinder move inside her, the molded pleasure bumps stimulating all the sweet spots in her pussy. Already, Josephine could feel pleasure rippling through her body from where the head of the dildo was massaging the inside of her lust-swollen lips. Morgan kept staring in fascination as she continued lying on the bed with her legs spread. The dildo, which was obviously going to be used on her, looked almost exactly like her former boy friend's thing, except bigger. It even had little triangles and other bumps like his rubber had been covered with. Although she trusted Aunty Jo, Morgan had some misgivings. "I hope you're not going to hurt me like Kyle did." "No way, Sweetie. I would never hurt you on purpose. If it does start to hurt, even a little, tell me, and I'll stop. I don't think it will, though. I think you're in for a real treat today. I know that if you are, so am I." "Okay. What do you want me to do?" "Reach down and spread your sweet little pussy lips for me." After Morgan followed those first instructions, Aunty Jo continued: "Feel how wet you are there? Were you wet like that when you were with Kyle?" "No. I wasn't wet at all then. Sometimes I get kind of wet when I play with myself, but not like this. I feel really yucky down there." "It's not yucky at all. It's necessary for good, fun sex, and anybody who tries to put his thing or one of these things or anything else into you when you're not wet like you are now doesn't really care for you." "I know Kyle sure didn't. But I didn't find that out until later." "Well, I do. Care for you, I mean." By that time, Josephine was kneeling on the bed between her niece's legs, with the dildo aimed at the wet pink hole that had given her such a delicious treat a few minutes earlier. While Morgan continued spreading her lips, Josephine leaned forward, supporting her upper body on one hand and guiding the dildo with the other. The toy included a clit spur on the front dildo and on the one that was partially imbedded in the wielder's pussy. Both attachments could be turned to the side, so the users could fuck for a long time, bringing both partners slowly to powerful and mutually pleasurable orgasms. That was her favorite way to use a strapon or any kind of shared toy, and that was the way Josephine intended to use it that day. When the tip of the dildo was pressed against Morgan's pussy, eliciting a happy murmur, Aunty Jo rubbed it in the wetness to spread the lubrication. With that taken care of, she looked down, centered the end in her target and gave s firm push. Once again, Morgan loudly expressed her pleasure when the tip wedged into her pussy. "Aunty Jo, that feels really good! And it doesn't hurt at all!" "Good. That's because you're nice and wet and relaxed and really want it. What we're doing should never hurt, and it'll get even better in a few seconds." Proving the truth of her own statement, Josephine gave another gentle push, and almost an inch of the plastic shaft entered Morgan's eager young pussy. Once again, she expressed her joy with what was happening, this time by cooing blissfully, while her body started squirming on the bed. The dildo was imbedded far enough inside her niece that Josephine no longer needed to guide it, and it was time to plunge the other part of her strapon the rest of the way into her own pussy. Still supporting her upper body on one hand, she reached back, placed the palm of the other hand at the base of the toy and firmly pushed it into place. It felt so good, with waves of joy washing through her body, that she moaned blissfully. With her dildo snugly in place, its molded bumps caressing all her sweet spots except her clit, Josephine pulled one section of the outer strap up around her waist, and changed hands to pull up the other part. Morgan was very inexperienced, having had sex only once in her life, and that time had been painful and highly unsatisfactory. She had played with her clit a few times and achieved mild climaxes from that, but never anything remotely comparable to what Aunty Jo's tongue and lips had done for her on the sofa. Although she knew that the fucking with her aunt was just starting, it was already vastly better than anything of the kind she had ever experienced until that day. She saw Aunty Jo apparently make an adjustment to the dildo that had been inserted in her own pussy, then lean forward, placing both hands on the mattress, and thrust ahead. Morgan felt the big artificial cock surging farther into her pussy and the sensation was so incredible that she impatiently fucked back to make it go into her faster. The movement worked and, from the look on her aunt's face, it had brought pleasure to both of them. The dildo was drawn back again and, the next time she felt it being driven into her, she made it welcome in the same way. With one dildo solidly in her pussy, Josephine continued slowly imbedding the other part of the strapon in her niece. With four more firm thrusts, each of them met by Morgan's pussy and by the vocalization of her joy, the dildo was buried all the way in the young woman. Josephine stayed where she was for a minute, looking down lovingly on her niece, reveling in the way she was writhing on the bed and on the grimaces of pleasure that flickered across her face from every small movement that either of them made. Josephine lowered herself slightly, so the entire length of her body was lightly touching that of her niece, but with her weight still supported on her forearms and elbows. Morgan's arms were at her sides, as if she didn't know what else to do with them. She would be able to move freely enough, and their breasts would brush nicely against each other when she did. Always using the slowest pace she could, the older woman drew back until just the head of the toy was still inside her niece's pussy. She paused a few seconds for effect, before plunging it back in. Morgan really enjoyed the sensation of her Aunty Jo's naked body lightly touching her equally bare form, especially the way their nipples were rubbing together. As she had on the sofa, she felt a connection between the pair of hard nubbins and her clit, with currents of joy coursing between the three points. It was a wonderful sensation but, when she felt the dildo plunging back into her pussy, she relished that infinitely more. As soon as she felt its thickness slowly surging into her, intense pleasure radiating outward from all along its path, she thrust her body back to meet it. Her pussy and her aunt's came together with a soft, wet "smack," spattering juices on both of them, and the two women moaned blissfully from what the dildos were doing for them. Aunty Jo stayed like that for a half a minute, pleasure throbbing through both bodies, before slowly drawing back for another stroke that would be just like the first one. Actually, it was better. The first full, deep thrust into her pussy had been wonderful, like nothing she had ever felt before, but Morgan realized there was a way to make it even better. Until then, her movements back to meet her aunt had been rather awkward, but she knew how to make them smoother and better. The next time she felt the dildo burrowing into her pussy, she held onto Aunty Jo's upper arms, pulling back on them for leverage, and thrust upward to meet the toy, even raising her body slightly to make a stronger contact between the two pairs of naked breasts. Once again, the juices of the two women splashed on themselves and each other, and their moans of bliss were louder and even more heartfelt. Over and over, Josephine Myers moved above her niece's writhing body, plunging one dildo in and out of the younger woman's eager pussy, while the other part of the strapon moved inside her. The two women felt the molded pleasure bumps on the toys massaging and caressing almost all their most sensitive places, and they could both feel their pleasure steadily mounting. Josephine knew, from long experience, that she would be approaching ecstasy in a few minutes, and it was time to adjust the clit spurs. Morgan didn't know about things like that, but she knew that something wonderful, just as Aunty Jo had promised, was going to be happening within the next few minutes. She gripped her aunt's upper arms more tightly and moved back and forth, meeting her thrusts and feeling it building inside her. She didn't know what it was, but she knew it was the most fabulous sensation she had ever felt, even better than what had happened a little earlier on the sofa. "I think I'm going to cum! I can't believe what's happening to me, Aunty Jo!" "Me too, and it's going to be like nothing you've ever felt before." Josephine reached back and twisted the spur into position where it would massage her clit. With the first adjustment made, she reached between their bodies and did the same for the dildo that was poised to be driven back into Morgan's pussy. She also increased the pace and, as she plunged the front part of the toy into her niece, Josephine could feel tiny plastic fingers tickling her clit. The woman on the bottom fucked back to meet the latest thrust, and cried out from the incredible new thrill when she felt the spur starting to rake across the sweetest and most swollen of her sweet spots. "Oh, my god! Oh, my god, what's happening?" A minute later, after the spur had done its work a few dozen more times, Morgan answered her own question. "Oh, god! I'm cumming!" And it was infinitely better than the young woman had ever cum before. Her plump thighs squeezed the legs between them; she released the grip on Aunty Jo's biceps and grabbed her shoulders instead. Fortunately, the nails were kept short, and did not lacerate her aunt's skin as she pressed the tips of her fingers into the older woman's back. Also wanting to cum, Josephine started plowing the dildo even faster into the dripping hole that was making it so welcome, yanking the other toy around in her own pussy, and driving her to the brink of her own eruption. Every time Aunty Jo withdrew, after plunging the plastic cock into her pussy, the young woman clung so tightly that she rode back upward. The subsequent strokes squashed her into the bed, ramming it into her even more deeply, and bringing her to new heights of bliss. Abruptly, a tremendous wave of total ecstasy swept over her entire body; all her muscles clenched and she jammed her pussy even harder against the woman who had just brought her to such a momentous orgasm. After that, Morgan relaxed totally, almost seeming to melt into a puddle on the bed, but her aunt didn't even slow down. For another dozen strokes, Josephine pounded one dildo into Morgan's pussy, while the other toy performed its magic on her, until she also started cumming. Uttering a loud cry of delight, she rammed the thick plastic shaft into the pussy it had pleasured so immensely, and let her body rock from side to side. Every pleasure bump and, especially, the clit spur fondled and caressed the places they were designed to please. For twenty or thirty hard strokes, Josephine continued fucking herself on the thick toy, until her climax exploded from within, overwhelming her and sending exquisite spasms of joy all over her body. After her orgasm, Josephine collapsed on top of her niece, dildos still buried deeply in either pussy, sending even more delight throbbing through them both. They lay in a happy and satisfied heap, Morgan's arms and legs still wrapped loosely around her aunt, until she began to talk. "That was so wonderful, Aunty Jo. Nothing like what we just did has ever happened to me before. I hope we can do it some more later." Yes, we can. It was wonderful for me too, but don't tell your parents or anybody else. Most people wouldn't understand. We can do it again tonight, in this same bed, but let's rest a while, then go out and get something to eat. I have a lot more I want to show you and do with you." Josephine was already thinking about what she would do that night, in the same bed where she and Morgan were resting from their mutual orgasms. The next time, she would start by licking her niece's nipples and sucking on her breasts, bringing her slowly to an even more monumental climax than she had done already. She would also let Morgan reciprocate and use her tongue also, but only if the younger woman wanted to. If her niece was a true lesbian, or even had strong tendencies that way, it was best that she know about herself. Even if she wasn't, it would be a lot of fun for both of them, with nobody getting hurt, and would help her get over her asshole of an ex-boyfriend.