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By *ohncraMan
over a year ago
pitenweem |
that is my ultimate fantasy still to happen x
"Colin's car is on the driveway, which is odd because he rarely visits without calling first. I tiptoe into my bedroom, trying not to make a sound. The door is ajar and I can see shadows moving under the light spilling from the bathroom. I peek through the crack and my jaw drops. There he is, my twenty-something nephew with his pants around his ankles, fucking himself silly with...my panties? The audacity! The nerve! But also, I can't lie, the sight of his massive cock strains my resolve.
I clear my throat loudly and push the door open. He jumps like a startled deer, my favourite black lace panties flying from his hand. His face is beet red as he stammers for an explanation.
"What the fuck, Colin?" I demand, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I...I...I'm so sorry, Auntie Jane," he stammers, trying to pull his pants up.
"Don't bother," I say, my voice laced with a mix of anger and something else, something darker, something more primal. "You've been stealing my panties, haven't you?"
He nods, not meeting my gaze.
"Look at me," I command. He does, his eyes full of fear and something else—desire. "You've been using them to jack off, haven't you?"
He nods again, and I can see his cock still hard, peeking out of his open fly.
"Come here," I beckon with a finger, and he approaches me like a puppy caught in the act. "You know what you're going to do for me now?"
He shakes his head.
"You're going to learn how to eat pussy like a champ," I declare. "You're going to make me cum so hard that I forget that you're a thief."
He gulps, his eyes widening.
"On your knees," I order, and he obeys. I pull my skirt up and sit on the edge of the bed, spreading my legs. "Take those panties and sniff them. Get a good whiff of what you've been craving."
He does as told, his nose buried in the fabric. I can see his cock twitch in response.
"Now, I want you to kiss me," I say, pointing to my pussy. "But don't you dare use those teeth unless I tell you to."
He leans in, tentative at first, but then more confident, kissing my pussy over my thong. I pull it aside and expose my wetness to him.
"That's right," I murmur, guiding his head. "Kiss it like it's your favourite ice cream."
He obeys, his tongue darting out to taste me. I grab the back of his head and push him closer, feeling his warm breath on my clit.
"Lick it," I moan. "Lick it like it's the last thing you'll ever taste."
His tongue traces my slit, and I can't help but let out a gasp. He's a quick learner, this one. He starts to suck on my clit, and it feels heavenly.
"Good boy," I praise him, my voice thick with lust. "Keep going, just like that."
He does, and soon I'm bucking my hips against his face, riding his tongue like a pro.
"Now, I want you to fuck me with those fingers," I instruct, watching his eyes glaze over with desire.
He inserts two fingers into my pussy, and I moan as he starts to pump them in and out. I'm so wet, so ready for him.
"You like that, don't you?" I purr. "You like being my little fuck toy?"
He nods, his mouth full of my pussy.
"Good," I say, feeling my orgasm build. "Now, I want you to keep doing that while I ride your face."
I stand up, placing one foot on the bed and one on the floor, my pussy hovering above his mouth. He opens wide, and I lower myself onto him. He groans as I start to grind against his face, his tongue working my clit like a pro.
"Fuck, yes," I cry out, feeling my pussy tighten around his fingers. "You're going to make me cum so hard."
And he does. I come with a scream, my body convulsing as he laps up every drop of my pleasure.
"Now," I say, breathless, "you can jerk off. But only if you promise to never steal from me again."
He nods, stroking his cock as he watches me clean up with my panties.
"And maybe," I add, "you'll be man enough to ask for them next time."
He nods again, jerking himself off faster now, his eyes never leaving my pussy.
"Good," I say, a wicked smile playing on my lips. "Now, let's see that cum shot."
He does, spurting all over my floor.
"Clean up," I command, standing up and fixing my skirt. "And next time, knock."
He nods, still breathless from his orgasm.
"And Colin?" I call over my shoulder as I leave the room. "If you're going to steal my panties, at least have the decency to replace them with clean ones.""
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Lucky Colin.
