I Will Never Drink Beer Again

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 big clear handwriting of my aunt. The tattoo page was dated Fingering 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 Solo 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 tits 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. I read on, stunned and speechless, as other pages gave details homemade of her favorite fetishes. "What are you moaning about, little cunt? Her sobs were only interrupted by the odd groan as I continued to beat my cock into her tight cunt. I don’t know if it was the way we held onto Jon, or what we were wearing that turned the heads. She could not believe how bigger they Solo were than her titties, and she could not take her eyes of them as she homemade felt a tingle of jealousy towards her sister's magnificent boobs. I mean, besides just sitting around my house, I guess." ‘Eat my pussy?’ Ally, is that a request?” tits Whatever you do is fine by me, Mom."� “We were licking his dick and I got to suck it, I got to give him a blowjob.” She said while she showed me more of her with her dad’s boner in her mouth. It was from the midst of that warmth that the movement happened. Without thinking any further, Laura slid off her chair, landing on her knees in front of Alistair. He pinned her body underneath him so much easier then she ever could have expected. “God yes, I’ve had sex with other female lots of times. I sat back and just enjoyed his tongue on my pussy and then had my first orgasm of the day. And when I threw off the covers and got out of bed, it felt so . . . She grabs my belt and unbuckles it. The implications of that hit me like a sledge hammer between the eyes. The next morning a fresh busty whore was thrown atop the rack still oozing with gore, her eyes heavily lidded and unfocused, drugged and oblivious to them strapping her in place. I gripped them hard, feeling their pillowy softness as I plowed her with all my force. Fingering She undid and dropped my breeches, then fetching the bowl, she washed me. She smiled when she lowered my pants, then washed me there as well. This one particular time when I was lucky enough to go with them to spend tattoo time at the beach, I ran into a young lady while there. 4/ My sister Sally could only wear what Trudy told her to wear, Sally would buy the clothes Trudy picked for her to wear. So he sat his naked bottom on his chair, his stiff cock dripping, then softening. “nar” I replied scrunching up the paper and throwing it I put my hand around both my friends and told them im happy with what’s beside me. Fuck ya – she took the shot and slammed it, grabbed the beer and got half that down. Hearing big a noise behind the cardboard pin-up, Carly watched a second cock, thrust its way into the hole. "He and not your majesty. I reached down to grasp Tim’s cock to release it into my hand and OMG it wasn’t long, l would say about 8 inches, but it was thicker than my wrist, l had to use both hands to wank him off l couldn’t get the whole of the head of his cock into my mouth.