Novel & Cerita Sex With My Aunt Stories

asks my aunt as she begins to examine my mate. “I don’t know. One minute we are enjoying ourselves and the next she collapsed to the ground.” “Tell me everything.” “Uhhh…” “I can already smell you two were having sex so tell me everything.” I start from the beginning, not leaving out a single detail. “Bring me the lotion,” requests my aunt. “On it,” says Lucas who I didn’t even realize was here. I don’t understand it. Things were going well. My father is awake and we saved all the girls, what else could possibly be against us?

"You want a turn, Ravi? You want to fuck my dirty aunt?" He nods, his dick already hard in his pants. I lower Aunty to the floor, pushing her to her knees. "Suck his dick, Aunty. Show him what a good little slut you are." She looks up at Ravi, her eyes dark with desire. She reaches for his zipper, pulling his dick out. She takes him in her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. I watch, my dick hardening again. I can't believe this is happening, that I'm sharing Aunty with my friend. But it's so fucking hot, so wrong, that I can't help myself.

Mom and I had been having various sexual escapades for the past month or so. She'd been kidnapped and the victim of a home invasion, both arranged by me. We'd been caught fucking on the back patio by the neighbor, who just happened to be a pastor. Then I convinced her to suck his cock and fuck him on two separate occasions. Most recently we'd had a three way with her hot little sister, my aunt. It had been a helluva ride.

“Well…did he? Because I’ve been nineteen before, Faith, and the boys in my time weren’t any less horny. In fact, some would purposely play on your insecurities, making you feel like you had to sleep around to be worthy. Tell me right now if any of that happened to you and I’ll make sure that the boy says goodbye to his peepee forever!” “Aunt Kathy…no one says ‘peepee’ anymore and I’m pretty sure that it’s a crime to go about cutting off boy’s…peepee’s.” I grimaced. “And no, my…boyfriend…didn’t pressure me into anything. I…we…slept together because we wanted to.” I really wasn’t comfortable sharing all the details with my aunt, but I did appreciate her looking out for me. It was more than wha

I sobbed. "What? Did he do anything bad with you?" Auntie Hannah squeezed my palms. I knew what she meant. We had sex and he did force me for that but it wasn't a rape. Right now I couldn't tell them about it. I would explain to her later. "No," I whispered as Auntie Hannah sighed in relief. "Thank God!" Uncle Jacob rubbed his palms on his face and sighed.

My aunties had a rep around town. Once in my senior year, I finally met a brave guy to withstand the aunties for a short time. Until one day we were studying together for finals and started making out. The aunties had been outside grilling steaks, but Auntie Anya had needed something from the kitchen and caught us. One minute he was about to unbutton my jeans, and the next, a dagger was stuck in the wall next to his head.

A small smile curled at the edge of his lip, and then he swung at my dad. “You did,” she whispered, grabbing my elbow and pulling me toward my dad’s office. She nearly shoved me onto the couch. “Tell me everything,” she said. “I mean everything single little detail. Is he big? Does he know what he’s doing? He looks like he would. Tell me!” So, I did. It felt good to tell her how he’d filled me, and the three amazing orgasms I had. “Three!” Aunt Shelly shouted. Her blond hair was everywhere by the time I’d finished my story. She’d only pulled on it eighteen times. “You have got to be kidding me. You didn’t even like him at first. What happened?”

The old man sat beside him on the garden bench, he too, had a glass of wine in his hand. “I will not ask you what it is, I know you can handle that since you're old enough.” “Maybe, I was just pressured, with the upcoming election and the wedding, it’s stressing the hell out of me.” He lied. Of course, he’s not going to tell his father that he’s been fantasizing about a woman who works as a stripper, that’s just so embarrassing. Who in their right mind wanted to fuck a dirty woman? “It’s not about a woman?” he suddenly asked.

Brian groans and drops his head onto the table. "Nooooo." "Yup," I say cheerfully. "You should’ve seen her face when Alaric introduced himself as my boyfriend. She almost choked. Her whole face went, like, poof—like someone kicked her cat." "And by cat, you mean her delusion," Ciara says sweetly. Everyone cracks up again, including Celeste, who actually snorts into her drink. I lean in a little, dropping my voice like I’m about to tell them a ghost story.

I fucked Hailey’s hole with my tongue, letting curiosity get the best of me and I began fingering her asshole with my thumb until her thighs were shaking. “I’m close!” Damon groaned. “Fuck me too!” My husband’s hot cum spilled into my abuse as my best friend’s pussy pulsed out juices as her body shook with her second orgasm. It was all so dirty, filthy but fucking wonderful. I don't think I could go back to casual sex after this. ~ ~ ~ Update: We agreed to continue fucking! My parents have Bella every weekend while my husband, my best friend, and I discover ways we could make each other cum at every corner of the house.