Chapter 3: Aunt Nicole, continued

Aunt Nicole and I spent the following afternoon in her goose-feathered bed. I am surprised in thinking back to that day that I can still recall much of what she said, or called out to me in her passion.

She was astride me, heaving up and down. It appeared to be her favorite position and, as a consequence, mine too.

"All ... most," she gurgled. "Almost ... there!"

I steeled myself for her last flurry of jouncing before her orgasm hit home.

"Right ... right now!" she groaned into my chest. "Oh, Jesus, fucking Christ, just fuck me with that big dick! Oh, yes, fuck me!"

I renewed my upward thrusting, and she continued to grind her pelvis against mine, mashing her clit against me until, with a sharp shriek, her vaginal muscles locked down around my cock, and that was it for the two of us. I pushed my hips up one last time and, with my dick buried as deep as I could get it in her cream dripping pussy, I began to spurt about a quart of cum into her. Or so it seemed at the time.

We lay entangled within one another, kissing and cooing like lovesick teenagers. A few minutes later she gasped, "You're still hard," with pleased surprise,.

"I need to come again for it to stay down," I told her.

"We can't have that," she giggled and, sliding off my 'fuck-stick, ' as she so lovingly called it, said, "Roll over onto your back again."

"Any special reason?" I asked, teasingly.

"I wanna suck that big cock of yours. Maybe lick your balls too. Would you like that?"

"Oh, yeah," I said, and rolled over with my knees bent. My cock bobbed left, then right, but remained pointed at the overhead light fixture, as Aunt Nicole knelt in front of me, and gripped it with one hand, while spitting on the other before lubricating my dick. With a huge smile on her face, she leaned down and took me into her oh, so lovely mouth.

I found watching her lips tightly sealed around my cock exhilaratingly erotic. When she turned her eyes up to mine, seeking confirmation that I was enjoying her mouth and tongue, I lost myself to the languid pleasure her mouth provided me.

It was eerily quiet in the room, except for the soft slurping sounds of her sucking and the occasional grunt on my part as she touched a new nerve on my cock and triggered a series of exquisite sensations throughout my young body.

"Ooops," she blurted, as somehow my cock slipped from her mouth.

"C'mere," I moaned, and pulled her mouth to mine. I sucked her tongue, something Aunt Nicole delighted in, and found that I was tasting myself. It felt strange, but rather nice, too.

We spent the better part of forty minutes kissing each other, during which time my fingers caressed the outer folds of her pussy, and her hands fondled my balls and tickled my scrotum.

Moaning loudly, she ended the kiss, murmuring, "I've got to get back to business."

I cried out that I wasn't finished, and heard her giggling inanely as she slithered down between my legs.

"Oh," I said as Aunt Nicole studied my cock. "Do you know you have a beauty mark here?"

"Yes," I replied candidly. Once again I was surprised to find that I could tell Aunt Nicole anything, and did so. "I almost named it Beauty, as a matter of fact."

She was playing with my foreskin, and asked, playfully, "Why didn't you?"

"Because Beauty is feminine, isn't it?"

"Let's call it Handsome then," she said and laughed.

"You called me that yesterday," I reminded her.

"You are, you know. You are very handsome, in all respects. Women will fall all over themselves for you. But you must treat them with respect, and remember, you cannot tell anyone else about what you and they do together. It breeches the love pact the two of you enter into when you make love."

"I think I understand," I said.

"On the other hand, there's a quote I remember that also applies. If I get it right, it goes: 'All really great lovers are articulate, and verbal seduction is the surest road to actual seduction.' That's um, a woman named, Marya Mannes. I wrote a paper on her while in college."

"In other words, words are important in helping a woman to make up her mind," I said.

"Exactly, my sweet," Aunt Nicole chirped happily. "Now, Handsome, let's look at this lovely cock of yours. It's fortunate that you weren't circumcised."

"Why?"

"Why? Well, they would have cut your beauty-mark off," she said, rubbing her thumb tenderly over the spot.

"No," I said, disputing her. "Look it's much further down than where one gets cut for a circumcision."

"Hmmmm, well, maybe," she cooed, and kissed my beauty-mark, then licked my cock, already gleaming with her saliva, squeezing it tightly all the while. I was in heaven.

"Did you know the head of your handsome prickie resembles an acorn?"

"I never thought about it that way," I said, surprised at her observation.

She took the head between her lips, and sucked it fiercely for a moment, then alternated between licking and softer sucking. I groaned in satisfaction.

She was examining my cock once more, holding it aside to let the light play on it. Her fingers traced along the underside of the head, or acorn.

"Do you know what this part is called?"

"Err, no, I don't."

"It's the corona. I'm going to pay some serious attention to it. It's very sensitive. Tell me what you think."

"Okay," I said, as she began licking her way around the underside of my cockhead. I tensed up from the sheer pleasure, and called out, "There! Right there! Oh, jeez, that's the spot!"

Karen hadn't done this, and I thought she had covered all the bases.

"Like this, my handsome nephew?"

"Oh, yeah!" I groaned.

Her marvelous tongue flickered over that one area, and I felt heavenly. One hand was rolling my testes around, generating another great feeling. And suddenly, my cockhead was engulfed in her mouth and sucked with an intensity I knew was going to get me off.

"I'm gonna cum, Aunt Nicole, I'm gonna cum!" I cried out, wanting to warn her in time.

Slowly, she removed me from between her lips.

"I like sucking your cock, Aubrey. It tastes so sweet, and there are so many things for me to play with."

Oh, Christ! Remind me to return the favor."

"Oh, I will," she said, "but I don't like it when you swear. Please try not too."

Then she started sucking my balls and teasing my asshole. My hips lurched up, and she redoubled her efforts. Moments later, Aunt Nicole devoured my cock, and began moving her head in a slow, circling motion, that kept me intensely pleasured, but somehow forestalled my need to come for a while longer.

"How," I blurted, "did you learn this?" I asked, not thinking of how impolite the question was.

She was unperturbed with the question, and answered, "Mmmmm, I'm just doing what seems interesting to me. Why, don't you like it?"

"I love it!" I exclaimed. "You're so good. I hope I can be half as good."

"Do you want to suck cocks now?" she asked, teasing me no end.

"No!" I gasped in horror at the thought. "I ... I'm not queer, or anything."

"Oh," she said, feigning a haughtiness that she was incapable of. "You mean you want to improve on going down ... on a woman?"

"Yes!" I said, with a rush, happy to have clarified that embarrassing gaff.

"We'll work on that later. Right now I'd like you to sit up, please. That's good. I want to try something different with you."

I wondered what she could possibly do next, but sat up for her.

Kneeling between my legs, she bent forward and tongued the underside of my balls. I saw stars. Then with my balls resting on her wet tongue, she licked upward to the tip of my cock. I saw rockets bursting in air.

"My lollipop," she giggled, licking away the precum as it gushed from the tip of my cock.

"I'm gonna come," I shouted.

Aunt Nicole responded by sealing her mouth over me, and sucking harder than ever. Her hand was a blur as she jerked my cock. And I came! Spurt after glorious spurt of cum cascaded into her throat, and she gagged trying to swallow it all.

Coughing and choking, she removed my cock from her mouth. I patted her back to help her out, and it seemed to help. A minute passed before she was fully recovered.

"Wow! I didn't expect all that," she said, smiling at me with twinkling eyes.

"Here, let me get that," I said, reaching toward her chin and wiping a gob of cum away.

"Hey, give that back," she said, mischievously.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am. I like the taste of you."

"Really?"

"Mmmmm, yeah, you're truly sweet, you know?"

I laughed.

"What's funny?"

"Three days ago I was jerking off repeatedly, with nary a girl in sight. Now here I am with a woman, not a girl, a real live woman, and I'm not jerking off over her, I'm actually screwing her ... you, I mean."