I can still feel the thickness of his cock and the pulsating veins that stood out along its long shaft. I knew he would not be able to hold back for long so I did what my lust told me to. I kissed and licked the huge head of his big cock.
Oh God! I can still feel the hot, throbbing head filling up my mouth as I sucked Ali the first time ever. I can never forget the feeling of immense satisfaction that I felt when Ali spurted his hot and creamy semen in my mouth. I had only seen porn stars doing it and had never imagined myself do that. That was when I discovered that I did love the taste of semen, well the taste of Ali’s semen at least.
I tried to swallow as much of his cum as I could but Ali’s orgasm seemed to go on forever. I felt like I was sucking his sperm out for ages when I felt my throat and mouth filling up. In the end I could only let his thick sweet man-juice slowly drip in my mouth. Thankfully he stopped before his semen became too much for my mouth and spilled out. I remember rushing downstairs to the bathroom with my mouth full of Ali’s cum and feeling my cunt thrum with excitement at what I had just done.”
I noticed my cock was aroused. It made a huge tent under the towel wrapped around my waist.
The memory of that night last year was now vivid in my mind. I took a sip of water and picked up another sandwich from the tray at the side. I knew how the rest of the night was spent.
I had walked down to make sure I had not just imagined my aunt give me a blowjob after catching me jerking off while watching porn on Dee’s computer. My doubts had vanished when I saw Aunt Sheen stepping out of the bathroom on the 1st floor and smiling at me as she signaled me to follow her into her bedroom. I knew there were no words said, because no words were needed, when I followed aunty into her bedroom.
I remember the way I had explored her lovely, curvy body. The way I had played with her D-cup boobs for the first time. I still recall the first time I had smelled the musky scent of her mature cunt when she spread her thick, shapely legs wide apart. I can still hear her moans and groans as I fingered her to an intense orgasm. After that I had left her lying on her bed, spent and satisfied, and went to Dee’s room where I finally slept till Aunt Sheen woke me the next morning by blowjob my morning-wood.
Ever since then, Aunt Sheen had taken special care of me. She had spared no effort to make sure that every time we fucked it was a memorable experience. She was very bold and certainly did not shy to experiment.
I shook my head and smiled at the thoughts. I looked over at the tray and realized I had eaten everything on the breakfast tray and didn’t even know. I smiled again when I saw my packet of smokes and the lighter already placed on the small table beside the tray. I lit a smoke and turned to another page, this one was bookmarked with a red-colored satin ribbon.
“Wow!” I exclaimed aloud when I began reading the clear handwriting of my aunt. The page was dated a day after my last birthday. I remember how aunty had surprised me with a motorcycle as a birthday gift. The very next day we had gone for a 2-day trip to a lake resort near our home. This was when I had finally fucked Aunt Sheen. It was also the day I discovered several shocking things about my seemingly-strict Muslim aunty. Aunt Sheen smoked and had no qualms about getting drunk or getting high. That was perfect for me because although I drank rarely but was a regular stoner.
The next few pages were filled with the way she had fantasized about getting fucked by me. There was a “To-Do” List that detailed specific situations, moments and places Aunt Sheen wanted to get fucked. I was now engrossed as I read through the detailed accounts of aunt’s fantasies. It was a riveting experience; reading through the private fancies and personal desires of my widowed aunt and I realized just how sex-deprived she had been and how grateful she was of our sexual relationship.
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