I’m a guy, which means that I’m horny and been horny for as long as I can remember. The idea of saying no to sex, regardless of who it was going to be with, is completely foreign to me. Around the age of fourteen I started masturbating, but my maturbation career didn’t last too long, as soon enough I was lucky to move on to my fucking career. All thanks to my aunt Michelle.
One evening after dinner when I was fifteen and still living at home I was passing the time by playing with myself as usual. At the time I was unfortunate enough to have the one and only bedroom on the first floor, right next the kitchen. My mother was never much of a cook but she was certainly a neat freak, so it was never easy for me to lose myself while I played with my incredibly hard cock considering how much time she spent in the kitchen. Back then I had no frame of reference for what it would be like to actually get laid, so god only knows what I fantasized about while I stroked myself silly.
I had been sliding my hand up and down my pretty dick for a good half an hour and my cum had just started to shoot onto my hairless chest when my mother barged in my room and got an eye full of my engorged cock and hot liquid. The last of my cum was still oozing from the tip of my penis when I quickly sat up and turned to look at her, wishing someday she might have enough respect for me to actually knock on the door.
“Mom, I,” I began to stutter while my semen began sliding down my chest and between my legs.
“I don’t need to hear any of your excuses, pervert,” she scolded, slamming the door as she returned to the kitchen. Pretty harsh words from a tramp that got knocked up at the tender age of sixteen.
Shame swept over me as I stood and wiped myself clean with a towel I kept hidden in the bottom of my dresser. I could hear my mother in the other room banging pots and pans around, cursing under her breath. Until this day I never forgave my mother for being so unforgiving and so fucking stubborn. I wished she would simply go upstairs so I could quietly slip out the back door and leave the house until she calmed down. It was a given that she would complain to my father about my masturbation habit, which was embarrassing enough, but his attitude toward a situation like this would be humorous. He’d simply laugh at the both of us for being so red in the face about it.
Finally my mother left the kitchen and I didn’t hesitate to get out of the house. Only three blocks away lived my aunt, who I considered more of a friend at the time. My father’s youngest sister, she was only nineteen and living in a small one-bedroom apartment. Often I stopped by to talk with her, but not that much. Occasionally I felt guilty for imposing on her, but she paid it no attention. Not only would our conversations frequently turn to sex, but more often than not she would skip around indoors wearing tight T-shirts and shorts. At fifteen there’s nothing more sweet than having the opportunity to spend time alone with a blossoming teenage girl who liked to flaunt her sexy body.
She answered the door with a cigarette hanging between her lips and a pile of mail in one hand. As she let me in she caught me sneaking a peek at her erect nipples showing through her white tank top. Things like that still happen to me.
“What’s going on, kiddo,” she asked, plopping onto the couch and sorting through her mail.
“Not much,” I told her. “Let me grub a cigarette from you?”
“Help yourself,” she replied.
I went to the kitchen to find another ashtray when I spotted a plain, brown box on the table. I found it odd there was no return mailing address on it. Judging by the shape of the box I figured that it might be a dildo or vibrator. I brought it into the living room with me along with the ashtray.
“So,” I prodded my aunt with a devious smile, “what’s in the box?”
“None of your business, that’s what,” she replied without looking up. I could tell she had just painted her long nails by the way she held everything, including her cigarette.
“When are you going to stop smoking these menthol cigarettes,” I said, “they’re disgusting.”
“If you don’t like them try go buying your own for once,” she laughed. She knew I was way too young to buy my own cigarettes. “And are you always so nosy in houses that aren’t your own?”
“No, just yours. So what is it?”
“I told you already, nothing,” she said calmly. “So how come you’re not at home doing your math homework?” I was related to a wise-ass.
“I just needed to get out for a while, that’s all.”
“Get in a fight with your parents again?”
“Not really,” I started, “my mom walked in on me jerking off.”
She laughed so hard she started to cry.
“I’m glad you’re getting a good laugh at my expense,” I said. I was sort of a wise-ass myself.
“That’s hysterical,” she blurted out. “Mommy caught you playing with your little weenie!”
“It’s far from little, bozo,” I snapped back. “And since you think you’re so funny, I guess I’m just going to have a little look inside mystery box number one here.” As I started to open the lid of the box she leaped off the couch in my direction. I jumped up and started running around the room as she frantically tried to snatch it from my hands. Once or twice I stopped and held it up over her head where she couldn’t reach just so I could watch her fantastic tits bounce as she jumped into the air.
Finally I spun around and pulled a life-sized dildo from the box. I had never seen one before and I don’t think I’ve ever seen one since that big.
“Well look what we have here,” I said as I shook the plastic cock in her face. “Big John isn’t throwing the leg in the sack anymore?”
“We broke up last week,” she said angrily. “Now give me that thing.” She ripped the dildo from my hands and hurried into her bedroom where I could hear her going through a closet.
“As far as I’m concerned we both got caught jerking off today,” I snickered.
She walked back into the living room and lit another cigarette. Her gorgeous face was still flustered from all the running and jumping she had done, and I watched a drop of salty sweat drip down her neck.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” I went on. “Just two minutes ago I admitted to masturbating. Everybody does it.”
“I know,” she said, “it’s just...”
“It’s just what?”
“Sorry I made fun of you earlier,” she apologized. She took a deep breath and lowered her eyes. “I know there’s nothing wrong with playing with myself, it’s just I don’t like admitting to it.”
“Of course you don’t, you’re a girl. Girls never admit to fucking themselves because it makes them look like they’re either not good-looking enough to keep a man or they’re sluts. You’re pretty much stuck between a rock and a hard place.”
“Well I know you don’t have any hard places,” she joked, blowing smoke across the room.
“You don’t want to go there,” I said in my defense.
“Oh no?”
“That’s right,” I chided, “my dick is way too big for you.”
“You’d like to think so, wouldn’t you?”
“Well if I had something to get hard about then I’d let you see the naked truth for yourself.”
“Is that where you want to go, kiddo,” she asked, “you want me to make you little penis hard so you can rub it against me?”
“I bet the sight of that big dildo made your pussy wet,” I said.
“And I bet my tits would make you cum,” she whispered, lifting her shirt. Her beautiful, sweaty chest popped into view and I couldn’t help but lick my lips. She placed her cigarette back between her lips and started gently brushing the tips of her fingers against her nipples. I got up from my chair and kneeled between her legs, bringing my face close to hers. When our lips touched she backed away, moving her head next to mine.
“Why waste our time with kissing when there’s so much else to do,” she whispered, sliding her tongue in my ear.
With both hands squeezing her luscious breasts together I began nibbling her raunchy nipples, sucking them as hard as possible. I could feel my prick growing in my jeans as I dry fucked her wet cunt.
“That’s it, baby,” she moaned, “I want to feel your tongue all over my boobs.”
Reaching around my waist she pinched my ass, pulling my crotch tighter into her own. I let my tongue slide from her heavy tits down her tan stomach and over the black tattoo surrounding her navel.
“You want your first taste of pussy, don’t you,” she said, sticking her tongue at me and unbuttoning her shorts. Sparing no time she ripped them off, leaving her panties. Grabbing the back of my head she lowered me lips first into her concealed bush.
“You smell that, kiddo,” she asked, “that’s the smell of a steamy, wet, shaved twat.” Placing both hands on my head she swirled my face all over her cunt. “You should consider yourself lucky,” she went on. “Do you have any idea how many guys want to do what you’re doing right now? Do you know how many big, stiff dicks want some of my sweet pussy? God, you want some so bad, don’t you?”
All I could do was muffle a ‘yes’. Every now and then I’d have to open my mouth as wide as I could just to get a fresh breath considering how much pussy I had in there. Eventually she pushed me away and slid her cotton panties down her thighs and off her sexy legs.
“If you make me cum I’ll let you keep those,” she said as she spread her pink pussy open. “Now get back over here and lick me, you little masturbator.”
I propped myself in front of the couch on both elbows and brought my hungry lips to her waiting, dripping cunt. The tip of my tongue lapped her clit as she continued to scream in heat, and as I nibbled her soft lips she wrapped her smooth thighs around my neck, praying to god.
“Oh god, that’s good,” she yelled. “Suck my pussy, you filthy boy!”
I focused my efforts back on her tiny clit and after five minutes of constant sucking she came all over me. Some of her girlie juice splattered on my face, a feat I’ll most likely never witness again. Releasing her death hold on my neck she took one of her c-cup breasts and brought the nipple to her mouth and licked it, all the while keeping her eyes on me.
“That was pretty good,” she purred between licks. “Did that make you hard?”
“What do you think,” I asked, stroking my erect cock through my jeans.
“Looks pretty tasty to me,” she answered. “Let’s have a look at this thing.” She slid off the couch in front of me and pulled down my zipper. When I reached down to unbuckle my belt she pushed my hands away.
“I’m a big girl,” she looked me in the eye, “I know how to do this.”
She wriggled her hand in my zipper and lightly touched my cock through my boxer shorts. “So far so good,” she said, licking her lips.
Michelle continued to take my pants off as I stood there staring down at her naked body. Her long, black hair was straight and soft. I reached under her arms to massage her perky tits.
“You like those, don’t you,” she smiled up at me.
“Oh yeah,” was the best I could do.
“If you’re a good boy maybe I’ll let you tit fuck me later.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
By now she had the base of my dick between her delicate fingers. Her right hand went down to her sticky twat while she held my cock this way and that, checking it out from all angles. “My god, Michael,” she reveled, “your penis is so fucking big, so beautiful, and so hard. Does it always get so stiff?”
“Oh yeah,” I repeated.
“Your mother should be proud to have a son with such a perfect cock,” she joked. “Do you think you can cum for me like you did for her?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Mmmmm,” she mumbled, rubbing my cock over her cheeks. Once she kissed the tip she needed more. Her tongue slid down its underside while she caressed my balls. I placed my hands on the sides of her head in anticipation of fucking her mouth. As soon as she placed my engorged dick in her hot mouth I realized I wouldn’t need my hands. My aunt started fucking me with her mouth as hard as she could. From time to time she would gag, but she seemed to love it. She was a controlling slut who loved to use her lips to get men off. Staring up at me she would bury my shaft down her throat while finger fucking herself. The whole show was a little more than I could handle.
“Michelle,” I started, “I’m going to cum in your mouth...”
When she nodded I shot a rocket of sperm down her throat. This time there was no gagging, no choking. Some of the hot liquid spilled from the corners of her mouth but both her hands were there to catch it. One hand went down to her tits to smear the creamy cum over her nipples, while the rest went right back into her filthy mouth.
My aunt licked my cock clean, and by doing so kept me hard.
“Hey, you’re not going soft!”
“It stays hard for a long while unless I masturbate a second time.”
“Nice, I guess we can put this big boy to more use. Ready to lose your virginity?”
“What do you think?”
“I think you are.”
“I’m more than ready to pulverize that tasty pussy of yours.”
I pulled my aunt up and turned her to get on her knees on the couch.
“My favourite position!” Michelle exclaimed as she leaned on the couche’s back and arched her back down presenting me with the most beautiful sight a man can hope for.
Her puffy pussy lips were dark and slick with her juices, ready for some serious fucking. I didn’t hesitate as I brought my iron rod to her hole and pushed it inside, having my first taste of woman pussy around my cock. It was heaven. With the first stroke I reached half way in. I pulled back and shove back in quickly smashing my pubes against her engorged lips.
“Oh my god you’re big. This feels soo fucking good.” Michelle said as she let go of the couche’s back and put her face down on it. This angled her pussy so that my shaft rubbed her clit as I stroked in and out.
I would love to say that I fucked her endlessly, but it was my first time and if it weren’t for the fantastic blow job she gave me, I would have not lasted more than a few strokes. But, it wasn’t a total failure. I fucked her and fucked her hard for maybe five minutes before I couldn’t hold back anymore. I blasted another big load deep in her pussy. Michelle seemed to have cum twice during those short five minutes.
I stayed inside her for a couple of minutes after shooting my third load of the day, just enjoying the feel of her wet glove around my shrinking cock.
As I pulled out of her love box, Michelle emitted a moan of disappointment and a sigh of contentment at the same time.
“Pulling out already? Keep it in longer. That was very good.”
“My legs are tired. I need to sit down. Next time you be on top and keep it in as long as you want.”
“Next time? Who told you there will be a next time?” She teased.
“Your moans as you came on my hard cock told me so. Are you saying you don’t want more of this?” I said waving my semi stiff cock in front of her face.
“Well...”
“Well what? Ohhhh, I get it, you prefer that fake cock that you just got. You prefer rubber to the real deal.”
“No!”
“Well, then there will be a next time.” I said grinning.
“I guess.”
There was a second time and a third time and way more. Actually, I kept fucking my aunt Michelle even after she got married few years later and until I got married and moved away from town fifteen years later.
My mom never caught me masturbating again!