[From Peeping to Ruthlessly Raping My Aunt] [Author: Unknown]

I'm twenty-two years old, not too tall or too fat, with an average face, and an average but decent girlfriend. This story happened right after I graduated, when I was idly waiting to join the army. I still remember it vividly; I'd say I'll never forget it.
I've forgotten the details, but something important happened. I had to go to my uncle's house first, then wait for my mother to arrive before we went home together. The house was quite crowded that day, probably because my uncle is a very outgoing person who likes to make friends. Neighbors would often come over to chat and drink tea in the living room, even when my uncle wasn't home. I don't think anyone my age would enjoy this kind of atmosphere—the swirling smoke, the cacophony of voices, the shouting and yelling. Honestly, if I didn't know this was my uncle's house, I would have thought it was some kind of reception center or a family-run casino.
That day, as soon as I entered, there were six or seven men and women gathered in the living room watching TV and chatting. My aunt sat among them, pouring tea and smiling obsequiously, acting like a neighborhood chief's wife. But my uncle wasn't actually a neighborhood chief, and he had no intention of running for one. Why he was so hospitable and accepted free food and drinks from guests was a question I'd never been able to understand since I was little.
As soon as my aunt saw me, she got up and pulled me aside, saying:
"My things are ready, they're upstairs, come with me to get them." "No need, Auntie, upstairs is where you live, it's not very convenient. I'll just wait for my mom here." My uncle's house is a five-story detached house. The living room on the first floor is like a small apartment, open 24 hours a day as long as the owner is home. There's also a guest room on the second floor for friends who need help in an emergency. The floors above the third floor are for my uncle's family to use, and outsiders are basically not allowed to enter. Although I've been up there a few times as a relative, I think that since it's their living quarters, going up there without a reason would be a disturbance. So even though I hate this atmosphere, every time I come to my uncle's house to get something, I still stay in the living room and mingle with a bunch of aunts and gossipy women.
"Stop being so nosy, you're not an outsider, and you don't like this either, do you?" My withdrawn personality is well-known among my relatives, and it's been the same since I was little. Actually, that's a bit unfair; I just really don't have anything to say to them. At school, I'm a chatterbox, spouting nonsense without thinking, like the "Master of Absurdity." If I were to compete for that position, Mr. Shen would probably be sweating bullets. But at least my aunt was right about one thing: I really don't like this place, and it's best to avoid it if possible.
Before I could answer, my aunt went upstairs, and I followed her up the stairs.
My aunt is probably in her early forties, though I'm not entirely sure of her exact age. She's been married to my uncle for over a decade, when I was only six or seven. Compared to my other aunts, this fifth aunt really left a deep impression on me. I've always been a lecherous little devil, and I'll always remember the feeling of my heart fluttering when I first saw her. Not to mention, she was a beautiful woman with a delicate, slender face, long, graceful legs, and snow-white skin. Her lively and radiant posture with her ponytail, and especially her slender waist like a serpent, captivated me completely. Then, when I heard my mother say that this woman would be called "Aunt" from now on, how could I not be shocked? Relatives all say this woman is beautiful, but her simple-minded foolishness is rare indeed.
Otherwise, how could she have married my uncle, who is short, fat, and ugly!
More than ten years have passed, and looking up at my aunt from the bottom of the stairs, I find that she has taken excellent care of herself. She has a perfectly perky butt, long and slender legs, and clean, fair skin. Apart from the inevitable wrinkles on her face, my aunt is still an absolute beauty. Especially after having three children, her breasts, which were not very prominent before, are now probably at least a D cup, if not an E cup. To be honest, I don't understand why my uncle is willing to go out all the time. If my wife were still that good-looking at this age, she would have been at home doing it every day.
I climbed and looked around until I finally reached the fifth floor. My aunt told me to wait in the hallway, then went into her room to get a box for me.
"Take this back with Mom later."
"Okay, thank you, Aunt."
"No need to thank me. You can just wander around here for a bit, no need to go down again. I'm going down for a bit, I'll come back up for a nap later. Just wake me up when Mom comes." After saying that, my aunt went back downstairs. The fifth floor is laid out like this: there are two bedrooms and one bathroom, arranged in a U-shape with the doors facing each other. My cousin's bedroom door is on the right side, the master bedroom door is on the top side, and the bathroom is outside the rooms. Since it was a weekday and my younger cousins were all in class, although my aunt suggested I find somewhere to stay, I preferred a girl's room to a boy's. So, without going downstairs, I opened my cousin's door, closed it, and went in.
Only when I shook the doorknob did I realize that my cousin's door was broken or something; it wouldn't close properly, always leaving a small gap. I didn't care, pulled out my cousin's desk and chair, sat down, and started scrolling on my phone. It was still light out, so I didn't turn on the light and just sat quietly alone in the room.
After scrolling for about ten minutes, I heard footsteps. I didn't think much of it, figuring it was definitely my aunt. She usually works the night shift and takes a nap during the day. Even if I didn't know, she had just reminded me, so I didn't pay much attention and continued scrolling on my phone.
Sure enough, my aunt quickly darted through the crack in the door. Looking from my chair, although the view through the crack wasn't great, I could still vaguely see what she was doing. I saw her open the door and walk straight in, then head to the dressing table and start removing her makeup and applying face wash—routine tasks. My aunt probably takes a shower before bed.
Wait a minute…
my aunt didn't close the door properly! The crack in her door was directly opposite my cousin's, so I could see everything my aunt did at the dressing table!
I watched as she removed her light makeup and quickly took off her trousers, revealing her beautiful, white legs clad only in tight underwear. For at least fifteen years, I had been dreaming of seeing those legs. The pale purple lace underwear, paired with those shapely legs that had escaped the ravages of time, made my heart race.
Then my aunt pulled up her shirt, revealing herself in only her t-shirt, exposing herself to my view. I gripped my phone, internally agonizing over whether to stare. This was a golden opportunity! If I missed it, when would I ever see my aunt's body again? She'd definitely keep undressing. But if I got caught, it wouldn't be a matter of a few slaps like a child; it would definitely make the news or get me to the police station.
Oh well!
I gripped my phone tightly, my eyes glued to the crack in the door, itching to rush in and get a better look. As expected, after searching for something, my aunt took off her t-shirt. At that moment, a pair of large, full breasts, clad in a bra, were immediately revealed before my eyes. It was impossible for her to have breasts that had given birth to three children; those breasts were so white, so firm—even a college student might not have them! Seeing her in only her underwear filled me with immense excitement, and my penis was already irresistibly hard. Take it off, keep taking it off!
However, this time things didn't go so smoothly. My aunt wrapped herself in a large bath towel, picked up a few clothes, and went out the door, probably heading to the bathroom. Sure enough, I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom shortly after. After hesitating for a moment, I decided to go out and see if there was any opportunity. I stood at the bathroom door and searched around for a while, but unfortunately, the door was completely sealed. I could only stand outside and imagine my aunt taking a shower. After that stimulation, my penis was already incredibly hard. I touched it with my hand, and it wasn't something that could be calmed down by simply changing my mind.
I pressed myself almost against the bathroom door, trying to find a crack to peek at my aunt taking a shower. But instead of finding a gap, the door suddenly swung open, slamming into me. Water pooled on the door panel, soaking my pants. Looking down, I saw I was completely drenched. In that instant, I couldn't react, let alone peek at my aunt. The door slammed shut immediately after hitting me, and I heard my aunt's anxious voice from inside,
"Who is it?!"
I started to get nervous too, but I forced myself to stay calm and kept telling myself not to panic, that there was still room for maneuver.
"Auntie, it's me."
"Brother? What are you doing there?"
"Oh, I rode my bike here this morning, and it rained so my gloves got wet. I put them downstairs to dry, and I was thinking I should go get them from the living room when they were dry, but I couldn't find them, so I came up to ask if you'd seen them. I saw you taking a shower, so I thought I'd ask through the door, but I didn't know the door was open." "Oh, I see. I'll look for them for you later."
"Sorry to bother you, Auntie, I'm going downstairs now."
As I said this, I really had to admire myself. After the near-miss, I hurried downstairs. My second brother had already calmed down completely. But then, my aunt suddenly called out to me.
"Little brother, wait a minute, could you get something for your aunt?" "What?" "
There's a new bottle of shower gel on the table in my aunt's room. I forgot to bring it in. Could you hand it to me?" So that's why my aunt opened the door—to get the shower gel! Why wouldn't I? Overjoyed, I rushed into the master bedroom, immediately found a bottle of shower gel on the dressing table, ran to the bathroom door, knocked, and prepared to hand it to my aunt. I thought to myself, no matter what, I'm definitely going to see her naked this time. I'm so lucky!
To my surprise, after knocking on the door for what felt like forever, my aunt just kept saying "wait a minute." I waited for ten minutes before the bathroom door finally opened. This time I was smarter, but the water from the door still splashed onto my pants, making them even wetter. Who designed this damn bathroom door?!
My aunt came out wearing a t-shirt and long pants, her hair wrapped up. She took the shower gel, smiling, and said,
"Sorry to keep you waiting. I squeezed it out and realized there was still a little bit left. I was afraid I'd forget next time, so I asked you to hold it for me, hahaha." "Haha, it's okay."
What could be more regrettable than this: a woman who was originally naked suddenly appearing fully clothed in front of you. My aunt took the shower gel, put it in the bathroom, and then walked towards the master bedroom. Seeing that the chance was about to disappear again, I told myself that I must create opportunities, at least try to stay near my aunt.
I followed my aunt into the room. To avoid embarrassment, I said,
"Auntie, I just saw a book in your room. Could I borrow it?" My aunt was a college student before she got married, and even after marriage, her love of reading remained unchanged. Therefore, there was a large bookshelf in her room, filled with all kinds of books. She said, "Which one? Go get it for me." Actually, I didn't pay attention to any precious books. Damn it, I don't usually read books. I just made up an excuse to get closer to my aunt. After hearing her instructions, I hurriedly went to the bookshelf, thinking that any book would be fine. However, before I found any inscriptions, I first spotted a book called "Treatment of Male Erectile Dysfunction." I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Upon hearing this, my aunt immediately asked,
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing..."
My aunt turned her head, glanced at the bookshelf I was looking at, and seemed to have already guessed what it was about. She said calmly, "You, from now on, don't smoke or drink. Even if you do, don't overdo it, understand?" I asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"Otherwise, you'll end up like your uncle, having to read these kinds of books. Even if they're useful, that's fine. He's too addicted to cigarettes and drinks too much, so he can't read." My aunt had actually brought up this topic. I thought about it for a moment. If I continued to talk about it, it would either be a great success or a great failure, which was too risky. So I randomly picked a book from the bookshelf. The title looked a bit profound, and I hadn't read it before, so I decided on that one.
"Auntie, this is the book I was talking about."
My aunt was drying her hair and gestured for me to wait. Once she finished, I slowly walked over and handed her the book.
"It's good. This book is a true story, very interesting. You can borrow it if you like, but remember to return it." "Okay, thank you, Auntie."
Damn it, is this the end? The resentment in my heart was unbearable. Was there not even the slightest chance left? Unexpectedly, Lady Luck seemed to be on my side. My aunt suddenly glanced at my pants and asked,
"Why are your pants so wet?"
"They got wet from the bathroom door."
"Too wet. You can't do that."
Suddenly, my aunt stood up, and I saw with my own eyes that, even through the thick, wide-necked sweatshirt, her E-cup breasts were still swaying wantonly. Just those few bounces were enough to make my heart race again, and my penis quietly became aroused.
"What size are you wearing? I'll get you some pants to change into."
"No need to trouble you, Auntie, it's not like I'll happen to have any pants."
"Hurry up."
"Oh, size 30."
After learning the size, my aunt walked to the wardrobe, squatted down, opened the drawer, and started rummaging through the pants. I stood next to my aunt and looked straight down. No bra. Women don't wear bras after taking a shower! Hidden inside the wide neckline was the treasure I had been dreaming of. Those double E-cup peaks were now clearly visible before my eyes. The round bun shape, the translucent white with faint blue veins, and those two moderately sized nipples that made me want to suck them, with a slightly darker brown color. Seeing this, my penis was completely hard, and my pants were bulging uncontrollably. My aunt casually tossed me a pair of pants, saying,
"Your uncle is too fat, he doesn't have pants with a waist size of 30. These are ones I bought when I was first pregnant. You can wear them; the color is neutral, don't worry. I'll get you a bag to put your dirty things in." My aunt got up and went to the storage area to find a bag. I thanked her a few times and looked at the pants, pondering. Having just witnessed such a touching scene, I couldn't care less about the pants. My mind was filled with fantasies about how to make my aunt suffer. I decided to go all out. Behind my aunt's back, I took off the pants and changed on the spot. Luckily, I could pull them up without any effort; they were obviously too small.
"Auntie, this is a little small."
My aunt turned around, her expression shifting from surprise to composure. I knew she definitely saw it, but just didn't say anything. The trousers, which only reached my knees, couldn't contain the bulging boxer shorts. My swollen penis, without the restraint of the outer trousers, was even more unrestrained by the only piece of cloth separating it. This was definitely one of the hardest and most erections I've ever had in my life. Even if my aunt was blind, she could definitely see that I was half-erect.
An 18-centimeter penis is no joke.
My aunt, her tone noticeably changed, slowly approached. I could tell she hesitated; was she going to scold me, pretend she hadn't seen me, or perhaps my uncle, with his erectile dysfunction, could no longer satisfy this woman in her prime, and today was a rare day she saw a vibrant penis, so she couldn't bear to look away? I didn't bother guessing. At least my aunt hadn't slapped me or immediately covered her face and walked away, which meant I still had a chance.
"I'll give you something else; take that one off."
I took off the pants I couldn't fit into, sat on the bed, and handed them to my aunt. Suddenly, an idea struck me, and I exclaimed,
"Oh no! I'm so sorry, Auntie."
"What happened?"
"I didn't know my underwear was wet too; I've soaked your bed."
"Where?"
My aunt and I both stood up, pointing to a small, damp spot on the bed. Actually, it was nothing; I was just preparing for the next step. I pretended to wring out my underwear, trying to look embarrassed. In reality, the crotch of my boxer shorts was already open, and as I tugged at it, my penis would peek out from the gap. My aunt would definitely see something she hadn't seen in a long time if she saw me wringing out my underwear.
Secretly observing, my aunt, who hadn't spoken or moved, was silently glancing at my crotch. I knew she must have seen my swollen penis, which made me even more excited. But I also knew that now was definitely not the time to take it further. Already feigning panic, I acted even more flustered, twisting harder.
As if by accident, my penis slipped entirely out of my crotch—eighteen centimeters long, a fully engorged young penis, standing erect in front of this middle-aged, resentful woman.
I pretended not to know that my second brother had run out and continued wringing my underwear. I noticed my aunt staring blankly, looking thoughtful. Suddenly, she squatted down, continuing to look for her pants, and said,
"It's not very wet, stop wringing. Also... little brother, put your pants on." "Ah, I'm sorry, Aunt, I didn't know it..."
"It's okay, boys your age do this all the time, it's fine." Damn it, I sat back on the bed, my back to my aunt, not caring about keeping my penis in place at all, and even more boldly started masturbating, just waiting for my aunt to turn around and see, betting on her reaction. At this point, I didn't care about the consequences anymore. I only knew that this resentful woman was definitely interested, she just didn't dare to express it. If I missed this opportunity, my aunt would be more wary of me for the rest of her life, and there would be no chance to go further. I had to go all out, whether I succeeded or failed.
Not long after, my aunt turned around while speaking:
"Little brother, try this on, freshman year..."
The reason I couldn't continue was simple: if you saw a grown man masturbating in front of you, anyone would stop. I feigned confusion and said,
"Aunt, look."
"Little brother, stop right now! What are you doing...aren't you afraid I'll tell your mother?" "My mother never taught me this. Are you going to teach me, Aunt?"
"Teach me what?"
"Why do I get hard when I see Aunt? Why does it feel so good?" "You...you've already graduated from university, you even have a girlfriend, how could you not know this?" "I really don't understand, I've never felt this way before."
"How could this be..."
I reached out and grabbed my aunt's soft hand, immediately placing it on my penis and stroking it. A cool sensation came from my penis, caused by the temperature difference. Either my aunt's hand was too cold, or my penis was too hot. In any case, my aunt must have felt the heat of my penis at this moment. My aunt
didn't immediately pull her hand away, her eyes full of hesitation. She must be thinking, a college student in his twenties, who even has a girlfriend, doesn't even know how to masturbate? Nonsense, let alone masturbate, I've even had my girlfriend so much that I don't want to do it anymore. I'm only saying this to make conversation. Does she really think I'm an idiot virgin? Thinking about it carefully, my aunt is also incredibly stupid. Maybe that's why she married my uncle, that short, fat, and ugly guy.
"Little brother... this is called masturbation, so it feels really good."
"Why does masturbation feel good?"
"Because... because..."
My aunt was too shy to continue answering. I really couldn't imagine that such a refined woman could utter such vulgar, country-vulgar words as "because it makes you orgasm" or "because you'll ejaculate." My aunt seemed to be doing a good deed, and instead of escaping my tight grip, she obediently started to masturbate me. To be honest, apart from being stimulating enough, my aunt's technique was far inferior to my girlfriend's, so I wanted something more exciting.
"Auntie, won't this put you in a difficult position?"
"Since you don't understand... I'll just demonstrate once... After that, you can do it yourself... Actually, you just need to keep doing this..." Before my auntie could finish speaking, I interrupted, "Auntie, can you give me oral sex? I've heard it feels really good." "No... You can't!"
At this point, being caught and scolded was a death sentence anyway, so I might as well go all the way and maybe I could get some leverage over her. So it wasn't up to my auntie to decide whether to accept or not. I was just saying this to let her know what was going to happen next. I released her hands, pressed down on the back of my aunt's head, and forcefully pushed my erect penis forward. My aunt, with her lips tightly closed, refused to give in, struggling with her hands. My erect penis continued to move and bump against her face.
As if forced by something disgusting, my aunt's entire face was contorted. But this time, I used both hands to control the back of her head. The more she dodged, the harder I pressed forward. My aunt probably couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to scold me. Her mouth opened, perfectly positioned. I pulled my aunt's head back slightly, aimed my penis at her small mouth, and thrust it straight into her cavity.
"Waaaaah! Waaaaah!..."
"Auntie, please, just help me out, it feels so good." With a pained look in her eyes and a struggling expression, she kept uttering pitiful wails that were difficult to form. Auntie was still resisting, but the stimulation from her warm mouth was far better than the stimulation from my fingers. I held Auntie's head and slowly made piston-like movements back and forth. The saliva that she secreted involuntarily moistened my penis drop by drop. The huge glans was enjoying the stimulation of being enveloped by the tongue in her wet mouth. Not to mention that Auntie's panting and resistance created a vacuum in her cavity with each inhale and exhale. The immoral stimulation and the forced pleasure made me extremely excited.
Before long, my aunt's face turned red. Of course, not every woman can handle taking an 18-centimeter penis completely into her mouth. The nausea and pain that come with it, even with the immense pleasure, are not sex games that can be mastered in one go. I knew that my aunt's expression meant she was about to vomit.
Not wanting to hurt her, I reluctantly withdrew my penis. Sure enough, my aunt pressed her hand to her chest, gagging and vomiting repeatedly. Her cherry-like lips coughed up drops of saliva pitifully, and she looked at me with a complex expression. This woman has taken the bait. If I handle things properly, I'm absolutely certain I'll achieve my goal. Seeing my aunt's pained expression, I feigned innocence and said apologetically,
"Aunt, I'm sorry, I didn't know oral sex would make you so upset." "You...have you ever done this to your girlfriend?"
"No, I wouldn't dare."
"You can't do that, it makes girls very uncomfortable."
What a joke! Do you expect me to tell you if I shove my penis into my girlfriend's mouth and give her a good blowjob?
"Then... Aunt, are you still willing to teach me?"
"I can help you with my hand..."
After saying that, my aunt immediately stretched out her hand, seemingly wanting to end this farce as soon as possible. Her thin gloves moved extremely quickly, but this didn't make me feel like ejaculating at all. Seeing her helpless eyes, I found it amusing. Actually, she could have slapped me, told me to get out, and then made a big fuss, so I would either go to jail or be sent abroad. But she didn't do that. Instead, she obediently started masturbating me. Perhaps... "Aunt, do you and Uncle often have sex?"
"Don't chat, I'm teaching you something."
"Aunt, I also want to have sex once."
Hearing this, my aunt's hand, which had been actively stroking me, suddenly stopped. She stared at me blankly and asked:
Do you know what you're saying?
"Please, I've never had sex with a girl before, Auntie, can you teach me?" Ignoring her still hesitant expression, I picked her up and threw her onto the bed. Before she could react, she was sprawled on the bed. Seeing this opportunity, I forcefully pulled off her trousers, along with a pair of black sheer panties. It was a surprise; my aunt was already soaking wet. A small portion of her vulva was visible between her white thighs, glistening with moisture from the darker flesh. Clumps of pubic hair stuck together told the story of her overflowing wetness. It turned out that after that series of stimulations, I wasn't the only one excited; this woman was also incredibly horny.
Unable to suppress my urge any longer, I gripped my penis, gently parted her labia with my hand, found the entrance to her vagina, inserted the head, and thrust my hips forward. My entire penis slid smoothly into my aunt's already wet vagina without any resistance. A wave of pleasure, enveloped in warmth, washed over me. You would never believe that this was the vagina of a woman who had given birth to two children. My stimulated penis continued to grow inside her vagina, the head hardening to a level I had never imagined. Before I had even started thrusting, I felt the urge to ejaculate.
"Ah!"
My aunt cried out in ecstasy the moment I entered her. Since it was from behind, I couldn't see her expression, but I imagined she was incredibly wanton. I dared not move; her 26-inch waist was already writhing and responding. It wasn't me doing her; she was trying to do me. I've had relationships with a few women, but four in total. I've never seen a woman whose vaginal fluids flowed so endlessly, so incredibly wet. My aunt must be incredibly virgin, or she must have been starving for a long time.
After a few thrusts from behind, my 18-centimeter penis was fully extended before I pushed it in again, reaching the very depths several times, causing my aunt to scream. My blood-filled glans scraped fiercely against my aunt's vaginal walls, which had probably been untouched for a long time. With each thrust, she responded with a moan. Each time I pulled out, the muffled, gasping sounds made me want to fuck this resentful woman to death. I grabbed her hands from behind, arching her back and thrusting my hips back and forth rapidly until she couldn't take it anymore and screamed wildly,
"No, I'll die!
I'll die like this!" "You won't die! This is what feels good, you know?"
"Okay, this is what feels good, so good, but... ah, I can't take it anymore, it feels so good." "Feels good, right? Do you want to stop?"
"Don't stop, you can't stop, let me die, ah, I'm going to die, ahhhhh." After about five minutes in this position, I felt my aunt was about to climax. Her vaginal walls kept contracting, almost squeezing my penis flat. I couldn't bear to endure this stimulation any longer, so I had to withdraw and pull my penis out. It would have been better if I hadn't pulled it out, because my aunt's overflowing vagina immediately gushed out a torrent of fluid, flowing down her thighs and soaking the entire bed sheet. Her vagina, which was opening and closing, seemed to beckon my penis, saying that she was not satisfied and could come again.
I picked up my aunt again, turned her over, and without saying a word, took off her already soaked and almost transparent diaper. Her two full and round breasts swayed in front of me. The flush on her chest, coupled with my aunt's confused eyes, red cheeks, and hesitant lips, made me unable to resist. I bit her left nipple and sucked and nibbled wildly, while my other hand vigorously grabbed and frantically squeezed her other breast.
"Knead my breasts harder, harder, knead them harder, suck my nipples." Hearing this, I bit even harder and kneaded even more vigorously. My aunt's breasts were truly amazing. Although she was already forty years old, they were still incredibly elastic, smooth to the touch, and her E-cup size was absolutely genuine. They were hot to the touch and prickly. Before I could fully enjoy these beautiful breasts, my aunt suddenly struggled. I thought something was about to happen, but what happened surprised me.
My aunt, who had gotten up, lowered her head and bit my penis. She stroked it with her small hand while taking the glans into her mouth. The snake in her mouth licked me as hard as it could, and the slurping sound of saliva as she sucked and spat out the semen, along with my aunt's lewd eyes, stimulated me with waves of indescribable pleasure. I could no longer hold back and ejaculated a large amount of semen, which exploded into my aunt's mouth without spilling a drop.
At this moment, my aunt's movements slowed slightly, but she didn't let me pull out my penis. Instead, she swallowed and drank all my semen. As soon as she finished, she started licking my penis again. I have to say, my aunt's oral skills were truly remarkable. Her tongue moved constantly between the glans, sometimes taking the whole thing into her mouth, sometimes sucking and licking it from the side. Before long, she had my penis hard again.
Before I could react, this time my aunt pushed me down onto the bed. With her back to me, she positioned herself in a lotus position, aimed at my penis, and thrust in all at once. I returned to that thirsty, alluring honey pot, the even wetter and hotter sensation burning my penis. I could clearly feel that, in addition to the suction of the vagina itself, my aunt was also controlling the vaginal walls, stimulating my penis with a rhythmic release and relaxation. After only a few thrusts, I felt my penis stretching endlessly inside her, unable to find a peak. My aunt, meanwhile, kept swaying her hips, as if adjusting something.
It wasn't until I felt the head of my penis touch something, and my aunt let out a moan, that I realized she was searching for her erogenous zones. Once she found them, this long-unsatisfied honeypot began a series of attacks I hadn't anticipated. My aunt's waist twisted and swayed, thrusting forward and backward, and my penis was constantly being tossed and stimulated inside her vagina. I heard my aunt continuously moaning:
"Don't come out, it feels so good, such a thick and hard cock, I haven't felt this good in so long." "Mmm, Auntie, move a little gentler, I can't hold back." "I don't care about you, mmm, ah, so good, no, right there, almost there, almost there." Feeling the vaginal walls tighten and contract again, I decided not to be passive anymore. Using my waist strength, I thrust upwards with all my might, almost sending my aunt flying. Then, a sharp, lewd sound, unlike anything I'd ever heard before, confirmed to me that this method of penetration would definitely bring my aunt to repeated orgasms. Before she could fall down, I lowered my waist, freeing my penis from the constraints of her vagina. As I pulled, I felt immense resistance. Because her already wet and contracted vagina, nearing orgasm, wouldn't let go of my penis so easily. Under the strong suction, I almost ejaculated again.
Having escaped my aunt's control, I barely managed to suppress the urge to ejaculate. Just as she was about to fall, I straightened my back and, before she could fully sit down, thrust my penis deep into her vagina again. Because her vagina was so tight as she was on the verge of orgasm, I could clearly feel my large glans breaking through layer after layer of flesh before penetrating to the same depth as before. At this moment, the vaginal fluid secreted by my aunt also wet my thighs. My aunt remained in an M-shaped position, lying on top of me, her hips swaying up and down with my rhythm. After about ten more minutes of thrusting, she cried out pitifully,
"I really can't take it anymore, I'm going to come, I can't take it anymore!"
"Not yet, if you come now you won't get any pleasure."
"Ah, ah, ah ah, more, I want more, I want even more pleasure." I abandoned my right hand, which was grabbing and squeezing her breasts, and reached forward to tease my aunt's clitoris. Sure enough, her vulva was already very wet. My hand became slick with moisture at the slightest touch. Without saying a word, I began to actively tease the already swollen clitoris.
"Ah, there, don't touch there, you'll die!" "Die? Why will I die?"
"Mmm, it feels so good, I'm going to die, I'm going to die."
"What does it feel like to die?"
"It feels so good, so good, that's the feeling, mmm, ah, you can't touch me anymore, if you touch me I'll squirt." "What will squirt?"
"My juices, my juices, no, please don't, mmm, it feels so good, ahhhhh!" "So, do you want it or not?"
"Yes, yes, I want more! Rub harder, thrust deeper! Ah! I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum!" While thrusting deeply and passionately, she frantically stroked her clitoris with her hand. Not only my aunt, but I too reached my climax, only holding back. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. A powerful, enveloping force tightly bound my penis, and my aunt reached a complete orgasm. Her wet, sweet vulva clenched tightly in front... In an unprecedented state, I was able to completely drain any intruding penis. Unable to hold back any longer, I thrust with all my might, pouring an even more abundant amount of semen than the first time into my aunt's uterus. It was with this final thrust that my aunt also orgasmed, her entire vulva gushing out a large amount of vaginal fluid. As she ejaculated, her slender waist trembled continuously. Then, with each tremor of the aftershocks, she lay on top of me, releasing her
pent-up desire. After a long time, I slowly pulled out my limp penis. The semen that had filled my uterus finally found an outlet, mixing with vaginal fluids of unknown origin, and gushed out freely. My aunt lay limp on the bed, staring blankly at me. I held my penis, still slightly wet with semen, to my aunt's lips, letting her savor the last drops. She understood, quickly sticking out her tongue and expertly licking it clean.
After that, my aunt and I had sex many more times in secret, even having trysts in hotels. Each time was more intense than the last, and we always ejaculated inside each other without any protection. Now I'm almost out of the military, and I heard my aunt has a newborn cousin. I just hope that when I see the baby, he won't look too much like me.
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