After that exchange, while occasionally throwing good natured barbs at one another, we did have a frank discussion about our mutual apprehension. I never warmed up to anyone faster in my entire life, and I don't ever remember baring my soul to anyone else the way I did to Ida Mae. And she was as shockingly candid with me as I was with her, at one point saying:
"My fiance can't fuck worth a damn; he can barely fit a condom on that limp dick. And he won't ever eat me out -- he thinks it's dirty and he might get some disease or something."
"You're kidding! I love, absolutely love, to eat pussy. And in my case it's the female who doesn't like it. I tried to just lick Sybil a few times and she got upset and cold: 'Na-ice Sothen Laddess donn do that.'"
"She's crazy Beau. I'm a nice southern girl and I'd give anything to get a tongue up my slit."
After a pregnant pause I got as bold as I ever have in my life.
"Listen -- I know you're going to slap me silly for this but I'm going to ask it anyway Ida Mae. How about we go somewhere and I eat you through three orgasms."
I likely flinched after I said that. But I needn't have because without even so much as a raised eyebrow, let alone hand, Ida Mae immediately shot back "So you think you can give me three oral orgasms huh, Hot Shit? You won't, but let's try."
There was a hotel a few notches above a flop house just down the street. I was as excited as a kid trick-or-treating on his first Halloween as we literally skipped and giggled our way to our room, having paid cash in advance. We didn't waste any time. We Frenched even more passionately than when we were putting on the show in Shindig Hall as we clawed each other's clothes off.
Once we were both naked I lay Ida Mae down on the bed, and with one bedside light on to help show the way, went after her lunch box. Her kitty had sparse reddish-brown hair, a shade lighter than on her head. Her pussy was a long prominent slit with puffy well-defined lips, and a pronounced clitoris jutting out from near the top of the slit.
I was like a man dying of hunger as I dove into that glorious gash. I parted her lips like the Red Sea, then drove my tongue up her slit as far as it would go and flicked, wiggled, and twisted it with as much intensity as I could muster. It must have been enough, because virtually without even touching her clit I drove her to her first orgasm within two minutes flat!
As I gently massaged her pussy lips with my fingers, I allowed Ida Mae to come down from her high before I pounced on her clitoris. I sucked that engorged prominence into my mouth then released it, dozens of times while simultaneously finger fucking her with two fingers from one hand and massaging and lightly twisting a nipple with the other. Again her climax came quickly, more powerful than the first one, as she screamed, writhed, and bucked virtually uncontrollably.
The best was yet to come. After I again gave her time to recover as I sucked one tit, felt up the other, and kneaded her ass, I went all out in my assault. While flicking the tip of her now seemingly inch long clit with my tongue, I massaged its base with fingers of my left hand, and with the fingers of my right hand went in search of a G-spot. I was sure she had one when I encountered a rough patch about a finger's length into her snatch and she let out a long pleasure moan when I started stroking it with two fingers.
I vigorously continued all three actions until she started begging me to stop as she squirmed and thrashed about the bed. That only spurred me on to greater activity and soon she had her third orgasm, so intense that I think every muscle in her body went rigid, including her pussy clamping on my fingers so tightly I thought she might crush them.
Ida Mae was almost incoherent for the ten minutes following her third massive climax. She kept repeating words to the effect of "Oh God what a feeling," "I never want this to pass," "Shit I never thought it could be this good," etc.
Of course by this time my dick was rock hard and my balls aching. I never needed a fuck worse in my life. Once Ida Mae rallied from her sex-induced stupor she recognized this.
"Do you have a condom Beau?"
"Shit. No. Sybil is on the pill."
"Beau, I'd like nothing better than to fuck you, but I'm not on birth control. I don't think my limp-dicked husband-to-be could impregnate me, but just in case he's always used a condom, and I've been fitted for an IUD. But it doesn't get inserted until tomorrow."
"A day before your wedding?"
"No my wedding is in five days, this was just the right night for my party."
"Oh damn, I have the worst case of blue balls I've ever had. And you are so fucking hot. I want to fuck you more than anyone I've ever met, or even dreamt about."
"Maybe a blow job will do the trick, Beau."
With that she rolled me onto my back, straddled me with her pussy over my legs, and proceeded to suck and stroke me. While it felt really great, I was sincere in what I told her. I wanted to fuck her blind. So sexually charged I wasn't clearly thinking of the consequences, I thought maybe I could accomplish that if I stimulated her more. So I grabbed her ass and started moving her pussy over my face, which she was more than willing to assist.
Once I had her pussy over me, I started teasing the shit out of it. I would insert my tongue or a finger part way in, then pull it out and just lick her for a while, before another insertion. It had the desired effect. After a short period of time she stopped sucking, was only perfunctorily stroking, and then suddenly turned around and literally skewered herself on my flagpole. I grabbed her tightly and held her chest against mine as I proceeded to pump with all I had as she pulsated her tight pussy on my reciprocating cock.
My pumping stopped only after we had essentially simultaneous banshee screams, I had deposited a humungous wad of cum in her gash, and she had gone completely limp, her only sounds of life being intermittent contented sighs.
I fucked Ida Mae again, doggy style, about an hour later, and in the missionary position in the middle of the night, even though cum was still leaking out of her from the previous two fucks. She ended up the night with six orgasms, and I ended up with the three best fucks of my life, before or since.
When I awoke the next morning, Ida Mae was gone. There was a note on top of my pile of clothes: "I guess we're even. I soaked your hanky and you soaked my panties. With sex like that, I almost wish the Shindig Hall ceremony had been real! Have a great life, Ida Mae."
I went through with the nuptials, but of course it didn't last. I was divorced in less than three years. I married again -- my second wife Karen was much better suited to me than Sybil-- and moved to the Washington, D. C. area.
About fifteen years after my first marriage, Karen and I were at a party hosted by one of the guys she worked with. As my wife and I were talking to the host, the hostess came up to us with two other people and said "Beau and Karen, I'd like you to meet one of my co-workers Jerry, and his wife Ida Mae."
I dropped my glass -- fortunately it was empty -- as I was met by a deer-in-the-headlights look by Ida Mae. The same Ida Mae! Except for a few lines in her face she was as gorgeous as she was when I fucked her fifteen years ago.
I remember little of the rest of the evening because all I could think about was that night in The Big Easy when I had the best sex of my life. About all I did get was that Jerry was her second husband -- she wasn't married the first time even as long as I was.
As my wife and I were getting ready to leave I went up to Ida Mae and asked for her phone number "to catch up since we really didn't have a chance to tonight."
"I'd like that," she said as she handed me her business card. Then just before she turned and walked away into the kitchen she whispered "I'd like you to meet your teenage daughter too."
The End.
Graduation Present
Sam White moved around the party, accepting congratulations, chatting about his future.
It was mostly family here for his High School graduation party, since a lot of friends were having their own, and about the only person his age was his cousin, Becca, who would graduate herself next year. She was off chatting w
ith her mother, Sam's Aunt Julie, and as he approached, he heard Becca say, "But, Mom, none of my friends like him! He's like such a dork!"
Upon seeing Sam come near, Becca gasped and turned red. "Oh, hi, Sam! There you are! Great party! Tricia and Lisa said they were sorry but they couldn't make it."
Sam knew they had been talking about him, judging by their expressions, but had heard it all before: He always struck out with girls. He didn't know why, but they just didn't like him that way, only as friends.
Rather than make a scene, Sam smiled and changed the subject, but he thought, "I'm not ugly, I'm in decent shape, I just can't talk to girls!"
When Becca stepped away, Aunt Julie grabbed his arm and planted a wet kiss on his cheek. "I'm proud of you, Honey. You're all grown up, and you handled that like a man! Someday, Sammy, you'll be knocking those girls dead!"
Two days later, his mom said, "Honey, do me a favor. Aunt Julie needs these bowls back for another party. Can you bring them over? Take my car, and then you can use it for the rest of the day, okay?"
Sam didn't have his own wheels so having access to the car was great! Besides, maybe Becca would have friends over, and seeing him driving might make him look cool.
He rang the door and heard Aunt Julie holler, "Come on in, Sam! It's open!" He followed the music into the kitchen. There was Aunt Julie in cut-off jeans and a tank top, prepping food, slicing and sorting. "Oh, great! Just in time! Thanks, Honey! How are you? Bored with summer yet?"
He always felt comfortable with his Mom's older sister, and spoke freely. "Not yet! Is Becca around? I got Mom's car for the day."
She paused, turning to him, a pouting look on her freckled face. "Sorry, Honey, Becca went with a bunch of the kids to the lake."
Sam had heard something about that, but hadn't been invited. "Oh, yeah, that's right, I forgot."
Aunt Julie wiped her hands on the dish towel as she continued looking at him, and now Sam felt self-conscious. To avoid her eyes, he looked lower and his gaze stopped abruptly at her chest. Aunt Julie was not wearing a bra! He hadn't really noticed how nice her breasts were until now, her brown nipples like half-dollars, distinct through the thin white fabric. Now he felt more embarrassed.
She stepped closer. In the platform sandals, she was his height, five foot seven, and she put her arms around his neck. "You poor thing! Fuck 'em! You don't need them. Once you get to college, you'll have plenty of girls!"
Sam was surprised at her language, and she saw it on his face. "Oh, Baby, did I embarrass you? You didn't think I talked that way, right? Well, I'm sorry, but those girls are little bitches if they can't see what a catch you are!"
Their faces were only inches apart when he looked into her eyes. She seemed so different close up, her auburn hair down to her shoulders, parted in the middle, framing her smooth, pretty face, and he could picture her in bed, her hair all mussed from a night of sex. He had never thought of Aunt Julie this way!
She saw the confusion on his face, and kept talking to explain what she meant. "I mean, when I was younger, a guy like you, handsome, in good shape, would have been fighting the girls off!"
Sam mumbled, "Well, I guess I was born too late." His eyes dropped, now peering into the valley between her breasts and he felt awkward and aroused.
She followed his gaze, both looking down, and she began to see that Sam wasn't used to being this close to any female, girl or woman. She also felt him tighten up and shift his hips away, and was startled to realize Sam was becoming sexually aroused! "By me!" she thought. "That's so... flattering!"
She also realized how long it had been for her. Divorced eight years, she dated but didn't fuck every Tom, Dick and Harry. In fact, her last sex was a year ago and it was unsatisfactory.
She thought of Sam, how he was always a sweet quiet kid, never one to complain, but she could tell this girl thing weighed heavily on him. In a few months, he would go off to college, and Becca had told her she was almost certain that Sam was still a virgin. This, she thought, was unacceptable. and could get worse.
While these and other thoughts ran through her head, Sam was busy thinking similar thoughts, about sex and relatives and college and the unknown. He also grew more aroused. The moment seemed to stretch into an hour.
Finally, she lifted his chin with one hand, their faces so close. "Sam... I know it's not my place... if I'm over the line, just tell me to shut up, okay?" Sam nodded, looking deep into those pale blue eyes, so deep, so close.
"Sam, are you a virgin?"
He hesitated, then nodded, ashamed.
"Baby, first off, it's okay. There's nothing wrong with you. Second, are you gay?"
Sam's eyes went wide and before he could respond, she regretted it, saying, "I didn't think so, not that it would matter. You make you're own choices, but..." She couldn't believe she was saying this to her own nephew, but he needed something, confidence, assurance, something! "Sam... is there anything that I can do to help?"
Sam's mind was racing, thinking, "There sure is!" but to her he said, "What do you mean?"
"Well, maybe if you had some experience, it would build your confidence. I could... answer questions, maybe? Or show you things?" With that, she stepped back from him, letting her arms fall at her sides.
"He's looking me over," she thought. "I'm not 18 like him but I'm not bad for 45. Let him look, his eyes will tell you."
Sam gazed up and down, her smooth legs exposed to her thighs, bare shoulders, swollen cleavage, then back to her face. "I've... never seen a real girl undressed. I mean, pictures, but never live."
Julie smiled at his honesty, and blushed at him thinking of her as a girl. "Would you like to see me, Honey?"
Sam didn't say a word, just nodded, and she took his hand. "Not here, in the kitchen. Come inside, away from the windows."
He walked nervously, feeling her warmth flow through their hands. Into the den, which had curtains covering the windows. It was much darker than the kitchen but his eyes adjusted.
She stopped by the couch. "Do you want to sit?" He obeyed, never taking his eyes off her, and she smiled at him to comfort him. "If you want me to stop at any time, just say so." With that, she rolled up her tank top, showing bare midriff and Sam felt his breathing shorten.
In one smooth move she lifted the white shirt over her head, and dropped it to the floor. She held her tummy tight and her shoulders back and the effect on Sam was obvious. His eyes bulged.
Julie took a step closer, standing over him, those platforms making her legs more defined. "So? What do you think?"
He was speechless, but he smiled and nodded his approval. She smiled back, happy that they held firm and high and realizing the cool air was tingling her nipples.
"Should I go on, Honey?"
Sam just nodded, and she unbuttoned the top of the jeans and slid down the zipper, and Sam could see the red panties underneath. Her hips shifted as she slid the cut-offs over them, tugging the panties back up. She stepped out of the denim, feeling like a professional stripper, with an audience of one. The red lace thong seemed to barely cover her, and she felt so sexy, so exposed.
She didn't need to ask if she should continue, Sam's position on the edge of the couch made that obvious, so she slowly tucked her fingers into the sides of the elastic and began easing them down her hips, then thighs, until they dropped around her ankles. Once again, she stepped out, allowing Sam to see every inch. She had begun shaving about a year ago, after hearing it was the "young thing" to do, and it made her feel more naked.
Her voice cracked and was rough when she said, "Would you like a closer look?" and she hoped he said yes. Again he nodded, rising to his feet. He wore basketball shorts, long and loose, but it was still obvious that Sam was battling a major erection. He kept looking from her breast to her face, to her shaved pubic area, back to her face, as if awaiting further instructions.
Julie stepped up to him and took his hand, moving it to her breast, holding in against her nipple. Sam's fingers began knead
ing her, knowing enough from porn movies and books what the basics were. He could not believe he was here alone with a naked woman!
She tried to maintain her breathing but it felt raspy and her nipples began to harden, enjoying his touch. She breathed, "Down there..." to him and he reached down with his other hand as she parted her feet, opening for him. He kept watching her face, expecting her to stop him at any time, but her eyes were half-closed and her head was rolling a bit as he felt wetness on his lower hand.
She opened more, and said, "Your fingers, inside." He obeyed, and she moaned as he squished around, dipping up into her. She grasped his hand, clenching it inside her as she said, "Yes, yesss, like that, Baby..."
Julie could not believe how excited she had become! This alone was better than the whole night she had spent with that guy! "My nephew is gonna make me come!" she thought.
But Sam had totally forgotten that this was his aunt. She was just the most spectacular women he had ever seen. He could feel her reaction to his touches and he became more aggressive, three, then four fingers inside her, and the faster he churned, the more she moaned and squirmed. She urged him on, saying, "Yes, like that, faster! Faster!"
Finally, she bit her lip to keep from screaming, instead just gasping, clenching his hand, and pulling his head to her, covering his mouth with hers. "Oh fuck!" she groaned, as her body shuddered and she orgasmed for the first time in years.
Sam was kissing her back as she gasped for air, his hands back on her tits, smearing her juices on her nipples. She grabbed his head and pulled him to her breast, forcing her nipple into his mouth, and he sucked and bit hungrily. That part came naturally. It aroused her to know he was licking her juices, too.
Now, more aware, Julie knew what she had to do for him. He had taken her to a place she hadn't been since her marriage and now she must take him where he'd never been.
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