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1.
I didn’t know where I was going. I only knew that if I kept driving, given enough time, I’d get there. Life is funny like that. You start your journey with a purpose and destination, only to end up in a different place altogether. Different, but not bad.
When I graduated college, I decided to take a road trip across the United States. I’d never been brave enough to do anything like that before, but I felt if there was ever a time to do it, it was now. The only stop I knew I had to make was in Colorado at my Aunt Samantha’s house. Growing up in New York we’d always been close, but once I left for college, she decided she’d had enough of the city and needed some space.
I think she might have just been trying to get away from my parents who, although they were nice enough, were generally disinterested or disapproving of anyone but themselves — that included me.
I decided to take my time driving, wanting to absorb all the sights I’d never seen and would most likely never see again. Despite that, it wasn’t long before I ended up in my Aunt Samantha’s driveway.
When I pulled in, she came out to greet me — her long blond hair and beautiful curves followed her big smile as she jumped into my arms and gave me a tight hug. I felt her body press into mine. Her glasses came close to falling off her face and for a split second, exposed her light gray eyes. She laughed and righted them.
“What are you doing here?!” she exclaimed in an excited voice, “I wasn’t expecting you for another few days, it’s good to see you!”
“It’s good to see you too Aunt Sam,” I said, smiling at her excitement. “I was making good time and didn’t want to stop, besides, I knew you’d be excited to see me.”
“What?” she said with a coy smile, “how’d you know that?”
I knew she’d be excited to see me because she’d always been excited to see me. My aunt and I have always been unusually close. She never had children, and since I was her only nephew, I suppose I held a special place in her heart. It wasn’t until later that summer that I found out just how special a place it was.
She helped me with my bags and after showing me the spare guest room told me she’d be taking me to dinner. I’d been on the road for a few days at that point. It felt as if it’d been longer, but after a quick shower I began to feel human again. I put on some fresh clothes I thought looked good, and because I felt like it was a special occasion some cologne as well.
“You look great,” my aunt said, smiling as I made my way back into the living room, “all grown up.”
“You look great too Aunt Sam,” I replied. “It’s good to see you.”
We smiled at one another again and without saying a word, hugged once more. It felt tighter this time. Her body felt small in my arms and her breasts pushed into me beneath a gray top that matched her eyes. I felt her stomach touching mine as she squeezed and when I inhaled, I could smell her perfume. It was enough to make me dizzy.
“And you smell good,” she whispered into my ear.
She must have smelled my cologne. I smiled while our hug continued. I was glad she liked it.
2.
We went to dinner, ordered drinks, and began catching up. Before bringing my drink over, I noticed the waitress was looking at me a little longer than normal. She had dark green eyes, brown hair tied into a bun, and what looked like an athletic body with large breasts beneath her all black outfit. She must have known my aunt well because as she approached the table, she put her hand on my aunt’s back and said, “this one’s handsome,” with a sly smile.
“Oh stop,” my aunt said, smiling back at the waitress. Then she turned to me, “this is my friend Julie.”
“Oh, is that all I am,” Julie said in a sarcastic tone, smiling back at us.
“You’re about to be an old friend if you don’t stop staring at my nephew,” replied my aunt, equally sarcastic.
I looked at Julie and smiled. She must have been 34 or so, but the 13 additional years to mine hadn’t done her a bit of harm. Not breaking eye contact I reached out my hand and took hers.
“Jake,” I said, “nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too Jake, are you staying in town long?”
It felt as though she was looking through me when I answered. “Not too long, just a couple days. I’m travelling across country but wanted to stop and see Aunt Sam.”
“Just Sam,” my aunt broke in with a smile, “you’re old enough now.”
Julie turned to her and laughed, “he sure is,” she said with a wink. “I have to get back to work, but it was nice meeting you…Jake.”
She turned to my aunt for a second and they gave each other a knowing look, as if they both understood something I couldn’t. Before she made it back to the kitchen, I noticed my throat had gone a little dry. I took a long sip of beer and noticed my aunt doing the same.
We finished our drinks and ordered another round. The conversation ebbed and flowed with the sound of the room around us and for the first time in my life I began calling my aunt by her first pendik escort name. When the second round of drinks arrived, I noticed Julie smiling at me when she thought my aunt wouldn’t notice. I smiled back, and for a second forgot where I was in the conversation.
“She’s funny right?” my aunt asked.
“Right,” I said.
I paused for a second before taking another sip from my beer and replying, “funny.”
“She’s a good friend,” my aunt said smiling, “a good person to know.”
“She seems interesting,” I answered. “Have you known her long?”
“I’ve known her since I moved out here. I used to buy pot from her sometimes — the special stuff you can’t get in the stores.”
I turned and looked incredulously at my aunt. I was shocked. I knew she drank, but I never knew she smoked weed.
“Don’t give me that look,” she said, “you’re old enough, and it’s legal here anyway.”
I laughed, downed the rest of my beer, then asked with a straight face, “you think she might sell me some?”
3.
Julie’s house was a lot nicer than it should have been for a waitress. It was no mystery why. My aunt and I had finished our dinner, and after giving me Julie’s number we parted ways so I could go procure some dessert. As I pulled into the driveway, I noticed a neatly manicured lawn and a red Miata with the top down. I parked, and as I approached the door, felt a small thrill in my stomach.
I started to knock, but the door opened before I could. I stood in a stunned silence as Julie’s body appeared in the doorway. She was even more beautiful than she had seemed in the restaurant.
She had on ripped blue jeans, a white low-cut tank top, and had answered the door barefoot. Her breasts bulged slightly out of her top, but in a relaxed way that suggested she wasn’t trying to impress anyone. Her skin was tan and had a certain glow to it — you could tell she spent a good amount of time outdoors. The chestnut brown hair I noticed at dinner had been let down from its bun, fell around her shoulders, and gave her an unruly look that made it seem like just about anything could and would happen if the conditions were right.
“Well don’t just stand there. Come in,” she said with a smile, swinging the door all the way open.
I followed her into the house, closed the door, then paused for a second. I could smell her perfume. It smelled like my aunt’s, and mixed with a little bit of weed, made it hard to think of anything except what it must feel like to be close to her.
“Wait here,” she said, smiling again as she exited the room.
I couldn’t help but stare at her toned ass and legs as she walked away. I took a seat on the couch. It was times like these that made me grateful I’d kept myself in shape at school.
“Take your jacket off. Relax a bit,” I heard her yell from the other room. “Is Sam expecting you back any time soon?”
“I don’t think so,” I yelled back, taking my jacket off, “you’ve got a nice place here.”
She came back to the living room carrying a big bag of weed and with a million-dollar smile. It was the kind of smile that made you feel like you were the only person she’d ever wanted to look at.
“Yea, I like it,” she remarked.
She sat down beside me and started to roll a joint. “You wanna stay for a bit and get high?”
“I do,” I said, lingering on the “do” with a note of nervousness in my voice.
“You don’t need to worry,” Julie said innocently, “I told Sam I’d take care of you.”
Whatever she had in that joint, it was good. We took turns passing it back and forth and laughed as I regaled her with stories about Sam from my childhood. I began to mellow out a bit but couldn’t help to notice the bolt of electricity I felt each time our hands touched as she passed me the joint.
“You’ve got great arms,” she said during a break in one of the stories. “Have you ever noticed them before?”
“My arms?” I asked, staring down at them.
“Yea,” she said, taking her hand and running it up over my bicep to my shoulder. “They’re sooo muscular.”
I was too high and nervous to say anything, so I sat there as she squeezed my biceps and ran her hands over my shoulders.
“She never told me you were so handsome,” she said, now starting to move her hand slowly over my chest.
I took her hand in mine, it was small and soft, and massaged its tanned skin. Our eyes met, and before I knew what was happening, we were kissing and running our hands over one another’s bodies. It might have been the weed, but I don’t think I’d ever been more turned on in my life.
My cock was immediately erect. It pressed against my pants in what I hoped wasn’t an obvious way. Our tongues began playing with one another and with every breath I could smell her perfume and taste the weed.
It felt like everything was pushing me down, further and further, into the couch.
I found myself looking up at her beautiful face. The soft light illuminated her green eyes and hair. She began kissing my neck and I felt my maltepe escort hands running up her arms, past her shoulders, then back down to her round beautiful ass. Her skin felt amazing, and without saying a word, she picked herself up for a second and pulled off her shirt, throwing it to the ground as I did the same. We took one more hit off the joint and sank back down to the couch like before.
We felt great, and laid there for a second, her hand on my chest, with neither of us moving. We closed our eyes and felt the heat beginning to rise between us. I kissed her again, slower this time — my tongue dancing with hers. I moved my hand up to the small of her back and took the time to feel each one of her vertebrae before unhooking her bra, which she tossed carelessly to the floor.
We kissed for a while longer, taking our time and enjoying one another, and enjoying the faint buzz from the weed. We listened to the soft music in the background. She took my face in her hands and kissed her way past my neck and down to my chest. I felt her fingernails scraping my sides before her hands reached my pants. Keeping my eyes closed I lifted my butt from the couch while she slid them down past my legs and let them fall to the floor. There was no way to hide it now. My hard cock was hard and standing at full attention.
“How beautiful,” she said, sliding her hand over the top of it, “it’s so big.”
I could feel her kissing and licking my shaft while she rubbed the insides of my thighs. Then I felt her lips touching the tip of it. She kissed — then licked — slowly twisting her tongue around the head. Her hand wrapped itself around my shaft, squeezing gently at first then increasing in pressure. I could feel her hot breath on my balls. I felt her other hand running up my stomach, reaching my chest, then moving back down again before settling in my pubic hair.
Her mouth was incredible. I felt her lips tighten around my cock as they traveled from the tip to my balls and back up again. Her rhythm felt wonderful as her hand moved in time with her mouth. I could hear her saliva as she began slurping and moaning into me.
I looked behind her and saw that her ass was moving back and forth in the same rhythm. Using her free hand, she reached back and undid the buckle. Bringing her legs together she slid her pants down, past her knees, and finally to the point where she could spread her legs. I opened my eyes in time to see her left-hand sliding down between her tan legs as she started fingering herself.
She moaned into my cock. I reached down and put my hand on the back of her head. Taking it as a sign of encouragement she began to bob and stroke harder and faster. I saw her body shaking. She stopped stroking for a second, squeezed my cock, and orgasmed.
“Uh— ugghhhhhh,” she moaned loudly.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” she screamed and started twitching as the orgasm ripped through her body.
I was almost afraid she was going to rip my cock off, but just as soon as her squeeze hit its peak it subsided, and her head collapsed on my leg.
She looked up at me and smiled before putting the fingers from her left hand in her mouth. She started licking them.
“I love the way pussy tastes,” she said, looking me in the eyes as she licked them clean.
She stared at me for a second then pushed herself back against the couch, kicked off what was left of her jeans, and put her heels to her butt before letting her knees drop to each side of her. Her pussy gleamed with fuck juices. It looked like a Sunday morning breakfast table, and all of a sudden, I felt hungry.
I love pussy. I love the way it looks; I love the way it smells; I love the way it tastes; I love the way it feels, and if it made noise, I’m sure I’d love that too.
I leaned in as she took my head beneath her hands and brought it forward. Her lips were clean shaven, and she had a patch of pubic hair right above her slit in a perfect triangle. Her tight little asshole sat right below her leaking slit, and her clit stuck out enough that I wondered what it would feel like in my mouth.
I started on the inside of her thighs first, kissing her soft skin, and smelling the moisture of her snatch. I licked and kissed, driving her right to the brink of madness. She pulled my head harder toward her and I resisted. I wanted to make her wait.
I wanted to drive her crazy. I licked the lips of her pussy one at a time, then both at the same time, running my tongue up her wet slit and for the first time getting a real taste of her pussy-juice. It was incredible. She tasted like honey and maple syrup, and when I brought my mouth away, her juice clung ever so slightly to my lips.
Then I took her clit in my mouth. When I ran my tongue over it, she let out a sharp gasp. I licked one of my fingers and pushed it inside of her. She shuddered when she felt the second go in and then grabbed the couch when a third began gently caressing her asshole. She was in heaven as I sucked and fucked her pussy with my mouth and fingers.
Her kartal escort hands pulled me tight into her pussy and finally I didn’t resist. She spread her legs wider than before and screamed as an orgasm took control of her body a second time.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“JAKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
“Fuck! What are you doing to meeeeeeeeeeeee”
She laid there afterwards, panting while I started to wipe my mouth with my hand.
“No!” She said, sitting up quickly, “you’re wasting it.”
Without hesitation, she pulled my face close to hers and began running her tongue over my lips and chin.
“Fuck that was incredible,” she said. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“Here and there,” I replied, letting her breathe for a minute before taking a red juicy nipple into my mouth.
“Good God,” she said pushing her hand between her legs again.
“Keep sucking,” she said in a raspy voice.
She leaned her head back and once more let out a yell as another orgasm took hold of her.
“Fuck,” she said one more time.
By this point I was as harder than a rock. Julie was languid, staring into space with her body half on and off the couch. I took her by the hips and flipped her over, placing her top half face down on the couch and positioning myself behind her.
“Fuck I need this,” I thought as I lined myself up and plunged my rock-hard cock into her wet bulging pussy.
“Oh shit!” she cried, “It’s too big!!”
I pulled out slow.
“Wait!” she cried.
I didn’t and thrusting my hips forward I filled her up again, just as fast.
“Uggghhh!” she groaned as my cock filled and stretched her pussy.
Again, I pulled out slow. I let the tip of my cock hover at the entrance to her pussy until she finally gave in.
“Please,” she whispered, “don’t stop.”
I increased my speed after that, feeling every inch of her pussy tightening and sliding over my cock. I started pushing her hips forward, smashing hers against the couch, and making sure she could feel the power and weight of my body.
She arched her back, and lifting her head up pushed her ass back into me. It jiggled each time I thrust myself against her body, and when I looked down, I could see my cock, covered in her pussy-juice, sliding in and out of her. I could smell her pussy and her asshole. I love that smell.
I put one of my legs up and pumped relentlessly at her wet snatch.
“Oh fuck!” she cried, as if she were worried.
“Harder baby,” she said.
I obliged. My hips were pounding against her ass and the sounds of wet slapping noises filled the air.
“Fuck he harder!,” she said again louder.
Again, I obeyed, and began fucking her as hard and deep as a I could, putting both hands on her shoulders and pulling her back into my cock as I pounded forward.
“FUCK ME HARDERRRRRRRRR!!,” she began screaming.
It was her pussy tightening from the orgasm that pushed me over the edge. I couldn’t stop. I exploded inside of her as I watched her pussy swallowing every inch of my cock.
“I don’t have a condom,” I thought as spray after spray of cum began coating the inside of her pussy, “and I don’t give a fuck.”
After draining every ounce of my cum into her she offered to clean me up, and began licking my cock from top to bottom.
“Shit,” she said between licks, “this is amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” I said, feeling like a million dollars as I watched this incredible woman lick my shaft completely clean. “Not like any of the girls I know.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Well — for one, they don’t know what they’re doing.”
“Careful Jake,” she said looking up at me with a smile.
I smiled back down at her. “You’re going to make me hard again, you know that right?”
“Is that a threat? She asked back.
“A promise,” I replied.
“OOoooo,” she teased me, flicking the tip of her tongue over my cock, “then what are you gonna do?”
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand up,” I said.
She flicked her tongue over my cock again, daring me to go through with it.
“You’d better be careful,” I said.
She looked me dead in the eyes one more time, paused a second, then flicked her tongue out and ran it over the tip of my cock.
I stood up. She was surprised when I grabbed the back of her head and forced the rest my cock into her mouth. She coughed a little as I felt it hit the back of her throat. Then she looked up at me and smiled as she positioned the top half of her body over the couch again. Her ass was teasing me now.
“God you’re bad,” she said, “but I think I’m worse.”
“You don’t even know,” I said as I started pumping my cock in and out of her swollen cunt.
“Oh, I know,” she said in a coy voice, “I know things you don’t.”
“What do you know?” I asked, slamming into her as deep as I could, “what do you know?!”
“I know I’m not the only one who wants to fuck you,” she said in a sly voice.
I paused for a second, unsure of what to say.
“Awwww, don’t slow down. Did you not know that?”
I started fucking her again, just as hard as before.
“Did you not know your Aunt Samantha wants to fuck you too?” she asked.
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