It was a long time ago. I must have been about 20 when my friend asked me if I could help him move his aunt. Of course, I agreed, and so he picked me up on Saturday morning around 8. 00 am. When he spoke of his aunt Arya, I thought of an older lady and was all the more surprised when a woman about 36 years old opened the door to us. Although she could theoretically have been my mother, she impressed me from the first second. It changes to a lustful fuck.
But Alessandro wanted to finish quickly and rushed right through. Fortunately, all the cabinets had already been dismantled, and the inventory packed neatly into boxes, so all that was left to do was load the truck, which arrived a little later. Together we heaved the boxes onto the loading area and when everything was stowed away, we drove immediately with the furniture truck to the new address. Only here, Alessandro told me the insane news that we had to move to the fourth floor. When I walked up the stairs to the new apartment for the first time, I had a crisis.
It was as narrow and the last section of stairs was even steeper than the others. “I really couldn’t know that” Alessandro grinned. The bastard certainly knew it beforehand and I was the only stupid one who had fallen for it. But I didn’t want to back out either, and so we trudged up, panting, piece by piece. The clock showed almost 20. 00 clock, when we put down the last box sweat-soaked in the apartment.
I was pissed off, because the evening was over, because now still home, shower and dress made no sense, especially since I had also lost the desire. His aunt, her name was Arya by the way, didn’t think twice about taking us home. When she asked me what I would get for helping her, I waved her off. “I could see that she was uncomfortable, especially since she had probably noticed that I was rather gruff.
“Let’s go then” urged Alessandro, who still had a date. “So we’ll drive by your place first, so you’ll be on time” grinned his aunt. As soon as the car stopped in front of his door, he was already outside and said goodbye with a short “Bye”. “That’s one of them” laughed Arya, who had already offered “you” right at the beginning, and then drove me home. Since I had taken a seat on the passenger seat, I could catch a glimpse of her legs from time to time, because she had not changed her clothes much due to time constraints and wore only her white coat, which was buttoned in the front.
Whenever she had to shift gears, the slit between her legs gaped open a bit and gave a little glimpse of her obviously beautiful legs. During the short ride to me, she thanked me again: “That was really nice of you. Now I’m just going to put my bed together and call it a day. “Why didn’t you say anything? We could have taken care of that” I looked at her. “Ah, Alessandro wanted to leave. You saw how nervous he was, and if I can’t get it together, then I’ll just sleep on the mattress.
I won’t die from that either. “You know what, go back to your place and we’ll set up your bed together so you can at least get a good night’s sleep. It’s only a few minutes” I offered. When I again affirmed that I really wouldn’t mind, we drove back to her place. Back in her apartment we put together the boards for the frame and Arya gave me the screws. Yeah, a few minutes.
I don’t know which idiot dismantled the bed, but he ripped out the screws to fix it and I have to drill new holes. After an hour and a half, the bed is finally in place and happily Arya drops onto the mattress. “Well at least I can sleep reasonably” she smiles. “Do you still want to drink something?” “Do you have another juice” I also sit down on the mattress and am glad that we still made it.
Pretty exhausted, I let myself fall backwards and feel my bones quite nicely, because the dragging was unusual. “But now you’re also done” Arya returns with a tray and puts it on a small table in front of the bed. “Yeah, the stupid stairs and the narrow stairwell got to me” I admit and reach for the glass, which I finish in one go. “Aah, that feels good” I just let myself fall backwards.
“You’ve got a lot of work to do before it’s all up. “I’ll do that little by little. Tomorrow I’ll sleep in first” Arya also tips backwards and stretches her arms over her head. As I turn to her, I see that the overall is stretched over her full breasts and through the gap that this creates, I recognize naked skin. “She’s not wearing a bra,” I notice. Maybe I look a bit too long at this explosive spot, because when she turns her head, she sees what I am looking at so full of interest.
A smile flits across her pretty face and she turns onto her side, propping her head on one hand. I blush a little and feel caught. Suddenly she strokes my forearm with a finger and I feel a change of heart. The finger wanders higher and higher up my arm, reaches my shoulder, glides over my breast and, having reached its center, slowly begins to travel lower and lower down my belly. Astonished, my eyes switch back and forth between her finger and her watching.
Arya doesn’t say a word, watching me with a strange expression in her eyes, the finger now having reached my belly button. Motionless, but with my heart pounding, I wait to see which direction the finger will take next. It moves again now, slipping even lower, sliding over my belt buckle and reaching the base of my zipper. I hold my breath, because this tantalizing migration of the finger has already raised my constant companion a little in my pants.
Still deeper the finger wanders, is now, uhh… she puts her hand directly on my bulge. There’s a glow in her, watching as she grips a little tighter and explores the size of my unceasingly rising shaft through my pants. When I want to turn to her, she stops me: “Stay there and do nothing!” At this moment, she moves close to me and kisses me. At first, I am cautious, but her tongue unleashes a fiery chaos in me.
It begins to throb eagerly in my pubic region. She feels it, because her hand is now already massaging more intensely over my sensitive spot. Surprisingly, she disengages from me, stands up and stands in front of me, using her hands to push my knees apart a bit. The throbbing between my legs turns into a demanding hammering. Arya comes closer, and I feel her calves against my lower legs. With one hand she reaches back, loosens the bow in her dark blond hair that is now free to spread.
Arya shakes her head, her back-length hair falling far over her breasts, whose hard nipples now press all too clearly through the fabric of the smock. Her smile has become more lurking. Very easily she bends over now, strokes thereby with both hands at the knees, beginning my thighs up. Her touch spreads over me like a tingle, but when I want to stand up to caress her, she shakes her head: “Let me, I want to spoil you.
It gives me an incredible pleasure. “So I lean back again and grab a small pillow, which I push under my head. Her hands have reached my zipper, unzip it, and I lift my pelvis when I realize that she wants to take off my pants. But not only the pants, no, Arya takes the panties right away and pulls the whole thing together with my shoes over my feet. Pulsating, my spear jumps up and her stroking hands return.
But only very briefly her fingertips touch my taut shaft, because Arya now rises and, standing in front of me, slowly unbuttons her smock, which she carelessly slips over her shoulders. Oh man, she has insanely large and firm breasts, whose pointed spines have rippled lustfully. But Arya does not hold back long, takes off without any shame still her panties. Now I hold my breath, because between her beautiful thighs I see her shaved paradise, which is embellished only by a gossamer strip of hair.
A jerk goes into my voluptuous shaft. Arya sees it, smiles and, going back to her knees, slowly pushes her upper body over me. Thereby her hair tips caress my skin and I hurry to take off my T – shirt. Uhh, she guides her upper body so that my naked glans presses against her full breasts. I gasp. The sight is just too horny, as the plump breasts push along my glowing shaft.
Quite skillfully, she maneuvers her soft mounds of flesh so that my quivering shaft pushes right into the deep valley, where it is enveloped by the soft masses. Arya’s watching eyes gleam as she squeezes her breasts, and I can’t help it, I have to move. Very carefully I push back and forth, see how my boiling rod pushes back and forth in the exciting valley. Again and again the red glans appears and I moan under the soft massage that Arya provides me with her breasts.
Uah…, just when my naked shaft tip is all the way up, she puts her chin on her chest and lets her tongue flit over the burning head. “I can’t take this for long” my loins begin to quiver. She seems to sense it, especially since addictive drops are already pressing through my glans notch. This is what she was waiting for, because she slides back a little again, looks at me addicted and puts a hand around my quivering mast. Poah, she pulls back the foreskin… looks me in the eyes and makes sure I’m watching as she now just sucks my glowing dome between her full lips.
I gasp, watching the silky lips enclose my tip, watching her tongue play with the frenulum. Breathing loudly, I push my abdomen toward her, wanting deeper into her lust-promising oral cavity. “What is she doing…oh no!”All the way her lips push over my panting spear. My vibrating cock tip bumps against the roof of her mouth and those lips…, no those lips. They suck, pull back again, linger on my glans bulge and again this incredible tongue that circles very slowly my burning glans.
I…, uhh…, it…, a first, short fountain is catapulted through my flaming maw and Arya sucks it up, but immediately releases my boiling flesh from her mouth and now comes up to me. My desire becomes boundless, has long since degenerated into indescribable greed, but instead of her pushing herself on top of me as expected, she crawls around me, pushes me lengthwise onto the bed and comes over my head from above in the 69 position.
Little by little I see her whole upper body sliding past my watching eyes, now I see her belly button and yes…, here it comes, her wet paradise. Even further she spreads her legs exposing her fragrant pleasure cup in front of me, whose labia are already in full bloom. My hands slide up her thighs from the outside, directing her lascivious triangle right over my mouth… yessss… she bites very lightly into my sensitive dome. Pleasure pain hunts through my abdomen and I falter briefly, have to take a deep breath to resist these horny charms.
Gasping, I try to focus on the wet crack above me. Oh, her labia are swollen, she must be boiling with lust. Gently, but still with a certain pressure, I push my tongue between the shiny bulges, taste her lust and lick lengthwise through the fragrant slit. Now Arya gasps, falters and immediately I tongue my way higher to her clit, which is waiting for me red hot and wet at the end of the gate. What a bummer…, I can’t get to it properly, press with both hands on her butt and she shifts a bit.
Yeah, that’s the way to do it. Man…, what is she doing. Her head moves faster and with her lips pressed tightly together she puts her mouth over my throbbing torpedo. I can’t help it, returning the movement with short thrusts, feeling the soft and tantalizing friction of her velvety lips against my sensitive shaft, which I now thrust even more greedily into her mouth. But I also want to make her horny, so horny that she leaks before my watching eyes, lift her head a little and stick out my tongue quite far.
Yes, there it is already, her pleasure knob, which I now circle firmly. Arya gurgles, but doesn’t let my spit out of her mouth and I get wilder, clamp the little stud between my lips now and push against it very quickly with the tip of my tongue. Again and again…, faster, even faster I push the hot suppository back and forth with my tongue, tract her pleasure center and now, she can no longer, releases my lance from her mouth and moans loudly.
Gasping, she braces herself on her hands, bends her back and presses her addiction even harder against my mouth. I become furious, torturing her meat spit with even faster tongue strokes, clawing into her thighs. She shall not escape me, shall suffer, and I feel her addicted abdomen pulsating on my face. Yes, now… I suck myself tightly, pulling with my lips on her boiling clit, which I suck in again and again like a small penis.
That’s too much for her, and a tremor runs through her body.
That’s too much for her and a tremor runs through her body. Her moans become sharp cries of pleasure and now, yes now she presses her lap on me and presses her addicted lust in my face. Pumping, her labia press against my mouth and I taste her, now pulling back from the clitoris and chasing my taut tongue between her pulsating lips. Again and again I drive it into her, lick it out, feel her hot stream of lust running down the vaginal walls and take it all in.
I drink her up, burning at the taste on my tongue and can’t get enough. Arya comes down no more, moaning from one peak to another, ouch, claws her sharp fingernails into my thighs until the cruel tension leaves the panting woman above me. But Arya does not allow herself any rest, immediately rushes her horny mouth over my wildly throbbing mast, no, changes her mind, slides off me and lies down on her back.
“Come over my chest, come on!” she gasps excitedly. I’ve never been up this fast before, squatting down beside her chest with my legs spread, my feverish pole squeezing deep into the warm valley of her breasts, damp with her sweat. Peering under my belly, I see my addicted lance rubbing its glowing glans against her breasts, feel the horny impulses driving into my testicles, and speed up even more.
I whimper and thrust my shiny horn back and forth, arching my back, lust gripping me tightly. I speed up, yearning toward my orgasm, feeling my testicles rub across my breasts as well, and that’s… that’s… the HELL. A mad bolt of lightning hits me, rips me apart and my loins explode. Pumping and screaming, I press my bursting spear against the soft masses of flesh, feeling it spurt out of me, feeling the horny relaxation that drives me insane.
Each new fountain catapults me into desire. Me it tears away and I clench my cheeks, squirt her my horny addiction to the neck, on her face and now everything is even more slippery and I do not know where to go. The horny stimuli eat me up, let me freak out and I smear with my whole hanger over the supple skin. Volley after volley chases from my bursting glans tip and I thresh the unbearable addiction gasping from my balls.
I can’t take any more… I can’t take any more. My heart skips a beat and I gasp, greedily sucking the oxygen into my lungs. Very slowly I let myself sink down on top of her, jerking up again, but nothing more comes… empty. By lying on top of her now and pushing my body down, I spread my cum between our bodies and it becomes nice and slippery. I like this feeling, squirming on top of Arya, who now pulls my face down to her and kisses me.
In the process I taste my own sperm, but it does not bother me, on the contrary. Propping myself up on my elbows, I release Arya from my weight a bit and look at her. “You could be my son” she strokes my eyebrows. “But then you would have been early” I reply smiling, ” and…, would you adopt me? “Let’s see” she smiles, “if you’re good”.
