Aunt Kim

"Hello?" I said. "Hello?"

I was about to slam the receiver down. I mean who needs shit like this, when you're trying to get your nuts off, right? Then a soft breathless voice spoke my name.

It was all I could do to hear her, but the sound of her voice was startlingly sexy in my ear.

"Can you talk a little louder?" I asked. "Who is this, anyway?

Laura?" I had this wild fantasy that she'd changed her mind and was calling me to apologize, to beg for the pleasure of my company.

"No," she whispered, "it's not Laura. What are you doing, Woody? Do you have time to talk to me, even if I'm not Laura?"

I heard her take a very deep breath. Her voice didn't get any louder, but the words came out a little faster.

"I've been thinking about you for a long time," she said softly. "And tonight I thought I'd call and tell you some of the things I've been thinking about. Do you know where my hand is while I'm talking to you, Woody?"

I heard a sniffing sound, then a soft giggle. "My finger smells like tuna fish."

I could've shit my pants when I heard that.

"And my finger is wet," she told me. "It feels like I just peed on it. Oooh, it's still wet down there. I'm touching my pussy again, Woody, rubbing my finger up and down my crack. I don't have any panties on, and I'm pretending that it's your finger on my pussy, my soft, wet pussy."

Holy Jesus! I'd never had an obscene phone call before, but I sure had one on the line now.

"Who are you?" I asked, more than a little piqued by curiosity. "Do you know me? Do I know you?"

"I doubt it," my caller purred. "If you did, you'd know how much I like you, really like you,Woody the way a girl is supposed to like a guy, not the way."

She cleared her throat, then started to talk faster, as if she'd just said something she shouldn't have.

"So tell me about your cock, Woody. I bet you have a big one. I bet it gets really hard when it's excited, too. Is it getting excited now? Is it getting hard?"

I laughed hoarsely. "Shit, baby, I'm way ahead of you! And the dirtier you talk to me, the harder my dick gets."

"Take it out of your pants," she suggested. "Stroke it, and I'll tell you all of the things I'd be doing to your big beautiful cock if I was there with you."

I didn't tell her it was already out, and in my hand.

"Thrill me," I urged.

The truth was, I was more than slightly excited already. Wasn't that Laura's voice? Fuck, it had to be! I knew in my guts that it was Laura who had called me and that she was just playing this teasy game because that was the kind of girl she was.

"I'd be on my knees in front of you," she murmured into the phone. "With my shirt off so you could touch my tits, and with both of my hands holding that big luscious cock of yours. I'd stroke every inch of it. Can you feel my fingers walking up and down your cock, Woody? Just like I was there with you?"

Jesus, I could! I gripped my tool tightly and gave it a few shakes, clenching my teeth lest I get too carried away. I'd been whacking off for a good while and my dick was on a hair trigger anyway, but the soft sexy whisper that oozed into my ear did absolutely nothing for my self control.

A bubble of cum emerged from the slit, milking my finger. I rubbed it into the flesh and kept on stroking myself slowly, carefully. And I listened.

There's a hell of a lot to be said for phone sex. It was sure making up for what I had figured to be a lost weekend. The things my caller poured into my ear were hair curlers. She had fantasies that left me speechless. And I was the male lead in all of them! Whoever this lady was and I was starting to think it wasn't Laura. She had obviously been thinking about me for quite a while. That excited me tremendously. A secret admirer of my very own.

My dick couldn't handle it. I squirted while she was midway through her breathless description of the way she'd blow me. My hand filled with hot cum and my prick quivered in the throes of orgasm.

"I heard you sigh, Woody," she purred kittenishly. "Did I make you cum already?"

I looked at my cock. It was still hard as iron.

"No, baby," I lied, "It's gonna take more than that to get me off."

She had more. Jesus, did she have more! I came again to the image of this sexy voiced lady on her knees, using both hands to split her ass so I could jam my big hard tool into her sweet little asshole. She moaned, as if I were really there, doing it to her, and I could almost feel my prick slipping into the tightness of this beauty's asshole. Her moans wrenched at my balls, and I squeezed my cock one, two, three times, and then I was squirting again.

"I heard you, Woody," she laughed, "and this time you can't shit me. I made you cum, didn't I?"

"Why don't you meet me face to face and see if you can do it again?" I countered. "Like, this is a local call? We could meet?"

"We could," she agreed, "but maybe you wouldn't want to."

I stood up, gave my dick a flip. Two loads squirted, and it hadn't gone soft a bit.

"Come to my place and find out," I said. "Please?"

I waited for two hours, certain that she had decided not to take my challenge. I showered, sprayed my armpits, even looked a little more of the mags just to keep my desires hot. But not even Amber Lynn in the centerfold could begin to compare, in my mind, with the image of my unknown caller. I still halfway thought it was Laura, and I was dying to know.

Just before midnight, my doorbell rang, and I jumped. I was in my robe, naked underneath, just in case. I even had a pack of condoms in the pocket. Just in case. Man, I ran to the fucking door! But when I opened it my heart hit the floor.

"Hi, Woody," said my Aunt Kim. "I saw your light was still on, and."

I tried not to let the disappointment show. The main thing was to get her out of the way, because I was still certain that my caller would show up. And the last thing you need when you're meeting your secret admirer is to have your Aunt hanging around.

Aunt Kim was looking pretty good tonight, though, I had to admit as I let her in. She's a reddish blonde and built like the proverbial brick shithouse. You wouldn't call her a raving beauty, I suppose not like Laura but she was a nice person, and I thought her green eyes and freckles gave Aunt Kim a sweet, wholesome look.

I supposed she had been on a date, though she didn't go out all that much. She sat down while I got her a beer, and her coat opened to show off her fleshy thighs. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, as if she were nervous.

"I, uh, was just about to go to bed," I told her, smoothing my robe.

"Are you still feeling bad about Laura?" she went on, crossing her legs again.

"Not really," I confessed. "I think I've forgotten about her." Aunt Kim's eyebrows lifted. "I, uh, sorta met someone else tonight. We haven't really met, just talked on the phone, but, uh, it's a little hard to describe, I guess." Christ, why was I telling her all this?

She stood up. Her face was pale and her green eyes had gone misty. "Someone who's been thinking about you for a long time?" she said in a soft whispery voice.

"Someone you don't really know at all because if you did, you'd know that she thought of you in ways she wasn't supposed to?"

"Holy Jesus," I croaked.

The voice on my telephone. Aunt Kim. She was the one who had called me, jerked me off, made me cum!

She opened her coat. Under it she was wearing just a frilly pink teddy. Her full, lush tits filled out the bodice, with tantalizing glimpses of freckled cleavage on display to my eyes only. Her thighs were firm and pink.

Younger than I am, even if she is my Aunt, and blushing like a spring rose as my eyes drank in the sight of her. Her nipples were hard under the satiny fabric of her teddy, and the front of my robe began to lance outward as my cock erected inside.

I glanced down at the swelling and said, "Does that tell you anything?"

She came toward me, but I was already moving, and we met midway. I put my arms around her, our bodies oozing together. She looked up at me for what seemed an eternity and then our lips mashed together. I cupped her buttocks, remembering that wild ass fuck fantasy that had made me squirt like a volcano, and I rubbed my erection against her crotch.

"I don't know if we oughta be doing this," I said, "but I really think it's a little too late to stop."

"Shut up and fuck me," said my Aunt Kim.

I rolled out the daybed and the two of us mounted it. We kept on kissing. She had a wet, limber tongue that excited me no end. My hands were all over her body. I unlaced the front of her teddy and filled my palms with her sweaty, jiggly tits. They were soft as dough, and she moaned into my mouth as I manipulated her boobs. Nipples couldn't get any harder than hers were. I leaned down to lick them, and stayed to suck.

My mouth spread wide, gulping her tit inside. I glanced up, saw that her eyes were closed and her lips fluttering. I pulled the teddy downward, baring the rest of Kim's body.

Once I had her naked, down to the puff of red hair between her thighs, it was damn hard to think of this woman as my Aunt.

I went down on her. My lips thirsted for the taste of the pink gash that shined among her red pussy hairs. When I got my tongue into Kim's crack, it was sweeter than I could have imagined. It didn't taste a thing like tuna.

My lips were coated with the juices oozing out of Aunt Kim, and her clit was as hard and as big as a pecan, and she pumped her cunt into my face with a passion.

But I wasn't the only one who had a thing about eating. I sucked Aunt Kim to a wet, moaning climax, and while she was still gasping, she fought herself out from under me and knocked me flat on my back.

She grabbed my dick with both hands and yanked it hard.

"It was never fair," she husked. "We should have been boyfriend and girlfriend, not an Aunt and her Nephew. Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I wanted to be your girlfriend, not your Aunt."

And then she took my cock in her mouth. I'd been dreaming all week about what Laura's lips felt like, wrapped around my peter. The fantasy was absolutely nothing next to the reality of watching my rod vanish into Kim's mouth.

I don't know where she learned to eat dick that good. Her throat was bottomless and she gulped me straight to the nuts, moaning around her hot hard mouthful. Her slobber ran down my shaft and her tongue drove me wild.

I came in her mouth. There was no way I could not cum in her mouth, the way she was sucking me. Her green eyes were focused on my face, and I saw them roll as my cum spray splashed her tongue. She drank down my semen and she kept on sucking furiously. My dick pulsated along her tongue, harder than before.

The lips that clutched tightly around my sperm dripping prick were the same ones that had purred such delicious obscenities into my ears on the phone. I held Aunt Kim's tits, squeezing the ripe, sweaty pastries while she finished drinking my load.

"C'mere," I gasped.

I pulled her up to my face and kissed her hard. I could taste my sperm on her lips but I didn't mind. My hand was down between her legs, spreading and tickling her gash. She opened her legs wider and invited my finger to stab home.

I pushed into her wet, hot tunnel and finger fucked her for what felt like years. She came two or three times, into the hollow of my hand. I licked her juice off my palm, gave her a taste of it too, and then I got on top of my Aunt with my peter stiff and horny.

First I rubbed my knob all over her cunt, stimulating her clit again. She was squirming and moaning wildly. I used the knob to open her gash, and then I pushed into Kim's hole. She sucked in her breath as my cock speared deeply. My groin came to rest against hers. I was buried in the wet heat of her twat, and it was good to be there.

By the time I splattered her gash with my cock milk, I was finished for the night. Aunt Kim was weak from orgasms, too weak to move, and we just slept there together.

First thing in the morning, I woke up to find my cock in her mouth, a load just ready to spill onto her tongue. I closed my eyes and let her have her way with me. She said it was a better pick me up than coffee.

We didn't get around to her ass fucking fantasy until the next afternoon, but when we did, it was magic. I'd never had my tool in a girl's butt that even remotely compared, and Aunt Kim had never taken one there before, either. But she was wet and willing, and with the help of my tongue coating her first I busted her buns but good. She didn't go home that night, either. We spent the whole goddamn weekend, fucking each other crazy, until it was time for her daughters to go toclasses Monday morning.

But both of us are smart enough to know the relationship doesn't have any real potential. She's still my Aunt.

That doesn't keep us from fucking. Mostly we do it in person, but now and then we spend an evening on the phone, just like that first time.

What really surprised me was that Aunt Kim had obviously been having lots of fantasies about me, from the day we met. Now that I've buried my dick in her hole more times than John Gotti has been indicted, I can't think of her as anything but a woman, and I have fantasies about her that would send a tv evangelist into hog heaven. But I've lived most of those fantasies out. If you want the proof, just take a whiff of my cock sometime.

I got a second chance with Laura, but now she just shares billing with Aunt Kim. If you call me a motherfucker, I might just kick your ass up alongside your shoulders. But if you call me an aunteater, there's not much I can do but hang my head and grin.