Once a Wag

"No knickers," she breathed huskily.

"I find clothes get in the way," I replied, with the same intensity in my voice.

I started on her shoulders, and worked slowly down her back; she let out an occasional sigh of pleasure. When my fingers started to slowly knead and fondle her arse cheeks, there was a gasp and little moan of something more than pleasure.

Her legs were wide apart when I knelt between them, and started to stroke up her inner thighs. Massaging was well out the window by then. When my right index finger gently touched her cunt lips and eased inside her very wet, hot cunt, she gasped, and raised her bum an inch in the air.

"Oh yes!" she groaned.

I very slowly fingerfucked her. I added one, then two, then three fingers.

"Fist me!" she suddenly said, with a firm edge to her voice. Her arse was permanently in the air moving up and down with my finger movements.

I progressed very carefully, but she wanted it faster.

f"Get your fist in me, now!" she wailed, looking back over her shoulder at me.

"I haven't done it before!" I said, nervously.

"Just go slowly," Amy panted and then groaned, as I got my fourth finger and thumb in, and made a fist. I held it there for a few moments, then started to very gingerly move it around, in and out.

Amy started to groan and moan, urging me to fuck her harder and faster. I kept it gentle at first, really not knowing what I was doing. But Amy just got wetter making my movements easier, so that in a couple of minutes, I was going hard and fast, in and out:

"Oh yes, yes, yes, yes!" she screamed the house down, "play with my clit!"

I found her bud, big and hard, and strummed it. Her body spasmed and a jet of liquid shot out of her over my hand and arm, hitting my legs. There were four bursts of it before she collapsed.

I was a bit hurt, that she had peed without warning me. I still took my fist out gently, but the smell coming off it didn't smell like pee. I sniffed. It smelt different from piss. Gingerly, I licked it. It tasted like the smell of my cunt when I was turned on.

Amy had rolled onto her back. She was grinning like fifty-eight Cheshire cats. "Come here!"

Her voice was deep, husky and very sexy. I lay on top of her. Her legs crossed around me, and her hands ran through my hair. The kiss was molten love, passion, sensuality, and eroticism--all in one. It seemed like it lasted six days; lasted six months; it lasted a year.

When it ended, I was dripping tears onto her face. She was still smiling, as she wiped them away. Then the kiss started again. After ten years this time, she rolled us gently on to our sides. That time the kiss only lasted a month.

"Can I ask why?" The question was very quiet and gentle. She kissed my nose and chin.

"I found your DVDs," I said, running a finger down her spine, to the spot just above her bum crack.

"I meant to leave them out for you to find them easily."

"Weren't you taking a risk? I was very anti-gay."

"I don't think so, recently. I think you've moved on."

My finger ran down over her bum crack, to her cunt opening. I tickled it gently and eased my fingertip inside.

"I think you can say that. Thank you, by the way."

"What for?" she said, gasping a little bit as my finger burrowed deeper, and her legs opened wider.

"For loving me. I wouldn't be here without that." I paused, and took my finger out of her cunt. "I love you!"

Her face lit up. "I love you too! I suspect you know that!"

"Why?" My finger went deeper this time, on its first thrust.

"You're bright, caring, sensitive--and will be a fucking great fuck with the practise we're going to get."

Her mouth closed on mine again, and this time, the kiss was urgent and just sexy. I responded by rolling her onto her back. She growled with pleasure, as I clamped my mouth on one tit, sucking hard, as I squeezed the other one. I alternated a couple of times; then kissed quickly downwards.

Her smell was intoxicating. As it was my first pussy, I had nothing to compare it to. But it certainly got my juices flowing--it was earthy, sweet, and tangy. Her cunt was also new to me, and lovely. It was very hairy, as hair covered every inch, including her lips. It was soft, curly hair; instinctively, I rubbed my face against it, finding it was damp and springy.

I put my hands under her bum, and brought my mouth into action. Her lips were thick and open, inside her forest. I sucked, licked and nibbled; she groaned, moaned, and swore. My tongue found her clit and licked, and licked, and licked. She was squirming, and swearing like a trooper. Both her legs spent time off the bed, on their own and together. She was squeezing her tits. I was squeezing her tits.

When I went back to sucking her lips, she strummed her own clit; then I went back to her clit and put a couple of fingers inside. I felt a little rough spot on top, just inside her entrance; I bit her clit and rubbed. I got the jets of juice again. I quickly got my fingers out and swallowed. It tasted good.

"You've made me squirt twice in half an hour. No one has ever done that!" She was still panting as she held me close.

"Squirting?"

"Woman's cum. Not everyone can do it. I only can do it when I'm really turned on."

"And I really turn you on?"

"You better fucking believe it, sweetheart." She kissed me again, very hard and passionately. "Now, I think it's time I find out whether you're a squirter, too!"

Her kissing immediately turned into slow, sensual French kissing, with our tongues gently exploring and searching. Her hands explored my hair, face, and neck, until they settled on my tits; where they fluttered over them, stroked, caressed, squeezed, and then pulled.

I was panting and gasping, my legs spread and body wriggling, when her lips came into action again. She kissed my eyes, nose, mouth, and jaw before licking my ears and neck. These sent a special buzz to my clit, that I had never experienced before. This was joined by the buzz, when her tongue first flicked my nipple. She had changed her position, to kneeling between my legs and leaning over me, to attack my tits with her mouth. Her hands still worked on the bulk of my breasts, while her tongue flicked and licked--my nipples were so fucking hard!

"Oh shit!" I cried out, as she bit gently on my nipple. "Oh fuck!" I exclaimed, as her teeth stayed clamped to my nipple, while her hands fluttered over my tummy towards my cunt.

Both nipples had been bitten hard and soft by the time her tongue traced from between my tits, straight down over my tummy button to my bush. Her hands were stroking very slowly up and down my legs. She kissed my bush first, all over every inch, including my cunt lips, which she found easily under my soaked pubes.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god! Oh fuck, oh christ, oh god!"

I just couldn't stop swearing, as wave after wave of pleasure ebbed up and down my body. No one but no one, not anyone had ever made me feel like this. Every nerve in my body was tingling, especially all those connected to my clit. It was throbbing so much, I thought it would explode. My juice was continuously running out of me, down my arse onto the bed. My scent was overwhelming. I'd never smelt myself so strongly.

"Oh please, make me cum!" I pleaded.

"In time, my sweet!" she croaked, from between my legs.

"Shit!" I screamed, as her tongue strummed my clit. Remorselessly, it moved up, down and around. I was so fucking close., Then, I felt fingers inside me. I had no idea how many--I could barely feel them, I was so wet,

"Oh yes, yes, yes! Ooooh, mmmm! Fucking hell!"

The last was a body-racking scream, as my orgasm exploded through me. A combination of a bite on my clit, and her rubbing of a point in my cunt, brought my body up off the bed with my arms and legs trembling uncontrollably.

And from my cunt, a deluge of liquid exploded. Again and again, I sent jets of juice all over the place. I was crying from the pleasure and from the exertion of it all.

I became aware of myself slowly. I felt something warm and damp being gently rubbed over my forehead. My eyes focused, and saw Amy both smiling and looking a bit concerned at me.

"You blacked out on me. Have you ever done that before?"

I found my voice croaky, and whispered, "No. But I've never come like that before."

There was a huge smile on her face, as she kissed my forehead. Then she took my hand and rubbed it gently over her face, shoulders, and tits. They were all damp and sticky. "That's your cum," she said proudly, "I can make you squirt."

I smiled weakly, then suddenly became aware of pressure in my bladder. "I need to piss," I groaned.

Amy helped me up to my feet and checked to see if I was okay, before I tottered off to the bathroom. I sank heavily onto the toilet, and pissed long and enjoyably.

As I did, the full impact of the last hour hit me. I had just fucked a woman, having been anti-dyke all my life. And I had loved it. And I had fucked my aunt. And I had loved it.

The grin as I wiped myself down was as wide as the opening to the channel tunnel. I knew without doubt, that I was gay. No man could ever give me the degree of sensuality and care my aunty just had. And I really knew almost every woman I would meet, would be the same. There was just something about knowing how to care for and pleasure someone, the same as you.

I knew I would want to fuck other women, but I also knew I wanted to be with my aunt for as long as possible. I knew everyone said incest was wrong, but wasn't that mainly about inbreeding with children? My aunt and I were never going to get pregnant.

I floated back into the bedroom, my grin still there.

"What's tickled your fancy?" Amy asked, her own smile as wide as mine.

"I think you know that!" I said. Getting to the bed, I dropped to my knees, and I took her right hand in mine. I kissed each finger, then the back, and then ran my tongue across the palm. "Will you marry me?" I asked, staring hard into her eyes.

Amy's face froze into that smile. When it relaxed, the smile was still there. "Yes, of course I will!"

I squealed with pleasure and jumped on top of her. I covered her face with kisses saying "Thank you, thank you, thank you." When I finally relented, I lay on her, with my legs spread either side.

"Just a couple of minor details," she said smiling slightly, squeezing each of my nipples to hardness.

"Oh yes! What's that?"

"I'm your aunty. The law isn't that keen on nieces and aunties marrying."

"Does it need to know? Oh yes, that's nice!"

She was gently pulling on my nipples as far as they would stretch, then letting them spring back. "Our birth certificates will show the same surname."

"Okay, so let's not do it legally. What about these alternative ceremonies? One of the other wags did one. They got a lot of stick from the tabloids."

"As I assume we won't be telling the tabloids, that won't be a problem."

"Aawww!" I exclaimed, as she pulled my nipples to the point of pain, before letting them go.

"No, no tabloids." I smiled and grimaced, at the same time.

"Good," she smiled. "So, I reckon we should do it privately, just the two of us and a celebrant. How does on the Cornish cliffs work for you?"

I knew nothing of the countryside. All my holidays so far, had been in package resorts or posh hotels. "If that's what you want, I'll do it!"

Amy was much more into nature than me. The hair on her body showed that, as well as her views and politics.

"Thanks." She was then gently fondling my whole tit. I had lifted up slightly to give her access. She said nothing, but her face showed she was thinking something.

"A penny for them?" I asked, a little huskiness in my voice.

One of her hands was still on my tit, the index finger of the other was tracing very slow circles around my clit. "I want to fuck you to confirm our engagement. I'll get you a ring later."

"Isn't that what we've been doing?" I asked, kissing her hungrily as her finger gradually increased its speed.

"Properly, I mean."

I understood, as an image of a scene from one of the DVDs flashed to my mind. "Yes, please," I said quietly, kissing her hard.

She smiled a thank you and eased me off her. She went to her wardrobe and rummaged inside. The strap-on she held to show me, had slim straps to tie it around her waist.

What grabbed my attention was the plastic cock sticking out from the strap. It was black and about-eight-inches long. There was a plate which obviously lay against the wearer's pussy, and another four inches that went in their cunt. The dildo had a head that was rounded and there were ridges, but no balls or anything like that to make it look like a male's appendage--it was a dyke's cock, not a man's.

"Is that okay?" Amy asked, uncertainly.

"Very!" I said, enthusiastically. "Let me help you put it on." I bounced over the bed and fell to my knees in front of her. This, of course, put my face in line with her cunt and I could not resist. By the time I had pulled my face away, Amy was grinding herself hard into my face, swearing continuously.

I took the harness from her hands and started easing the cock at her end into her sopping cunt. Of course, I didn't just put it in--I slid it in and out, very slowly.

"Oh my fucking hell!" Amy exclaimed, in her cut-glass accent. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" Then she screamed as I bit her clit, as I pushed the wearer's length of the cock into her. Her orgasm exploded onto me, with lots of wetness on my face. She collapsed forward, and I helped her to her knees.

"Oh that was incredible!" she breathed, leaning her head on my shoulder. Then she was pulling my head around and ravaging my mouth with hers. "Oh god, I want to fuck your brains out!" she gasped.

We got the cock in place quickly. "On your hands and knees," she gasped.

I obliged, and then it was my turn to scream, as without warning, she thrust the whole length into me in one hard thrust. She grabbed my hips, and just fucked me for all she was worth. Soon her sweat was dripping on my back, and my own sweat falling onto the bed. I was shouting, gasping and moaning; babbling any swear word I could think of.

Amy was also dirty talking. "Oh yes, you lezzy bitch! Take my cock! Take my fucking cock in your fucking lezzy cunt!"

The talking turned me on and I came without warning. This made no difference at all. Amy just kept on going, until I came a second time. Only then did she relent, but only to change position.

"Get on your back," she breathed hard.

I rolled over. She took my legs and pushed them high and back. She growled, as she buried herself again in me, and got straight back into her punishing pace.

"Oh shit, shit, shit!" I exclaimed, as I felt one of the ridges rubbing against my G-spot. "Oh fuck!" I screamed, and my orgasm just rocketed out of me, several spurts of cum spraying everywhere.

"Oh yes, I'm cumming!" I heard Amy scream from somewhere, and I felt her hot cum over my soaking cunt.

So that was our first night together and our engagement. The following morning, Amy pushed me hard to make sure being with her forever and getting married was exactly what wanted to do. I kept saying yes. She only believed me, I think, after I used her strap-on to fuck her very gently and lovingly for an hour, before we both came together.

We got married a few months later, in an alternative ceremony in Cornwall, on a cliff. Two of our dyke friends who knew our relationship but were not bothered, acted was as our witnesses. They also joined us in a great, night-long, four-way, licking-and-sucking-and-fucking session.

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I've now got a job. We are still getting on incredibly well, and the sex has just gotten better.

"How's it coming along?"

The question came from the doorway. I turned and smiled. Amy was naked with her monster cock sticking out--twelve inches suspended in front her, and six inches buried inside her.

"Just finished--well, writing anyway!"

Amy smiled back. I got up and bent over the desk. Amy's fingers traced my lips and tickled my opening. The hard head of her cock joined her finger, as it moved up to gently rub my clit.

"Oh yes, I love you!" I gasped. Amy sunk her length inside, leaning over me. I turned my head and she kissed me hungrily...

It's two hours later, and I have been fucked so hard. I'm finishing here. You may see me again. Who knows?

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