I met a flirtatious aunt on the bus

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It was a summer many years ago. The weather in the small town was incredibly hot. After leaving the internet cafe, I took the bus home, and that bus ride is one I'll never forget.

Because it was crowded, there were no seats, so I had to stand at the front of the carriage, holding onto the handrail. After a stop or two, the woman in the story got on. She was probably in her thirties, wearing a V-neck t-shirt, jeans, black high heels, blue eyeshadow, and long hair. She stood next to the handrail I was holding and didn't move to the back. As the bus swayed forward, my hand unconsciously touched her collarbone. After a few touches, I felt how smooth her skin was, and I didn't want to move my hand. She seemed oblivious, so I gradually became bolder, adjusting my grip on the handrail to allow more of my fingertips to touch her skin.

After a few stops, there were quite a few people getting on and off the bus. I thought she would move to the back as well, and I was even considering whether to follow her and squeeze her butt like in those online novels. But instead, she leaned forward, letting the passengers move back while she stayed in her original spot. Suddenly, the bus started moving, swaying from side to side, and my finger somehow slipped inside the V-neck of her dress. That soft, yielding touch completely terrified me. I didn't know what to do, but the bus kept moving, and she remained in the same position, leaning forward against the handrail, her hands outstretched to hide my hand from the people behind her. I thought she would realize something was wrong, but she wouldn't move. I shakily turned to look at her expression and saw her staring at me with interest, her expression almost mocking.

"Damn, so slutty!" I cursed inwardly, but I knew I was going to get some pleasure from it. It would be a shame not to touch those free breasts I watched in internet cafes back then. I slowly pressed my fingers against her breasts; they felt so smooth. My fingers slowly slid towards her cleavage. When my index finger was squeezed by her breast, I turned to look at her again. She smiled at me, and at that moment, I became bolder and returned her smile.

So, I groped her breasts for three or four more stops. People got on and off along the way, but we didn't move. I was almost home, and it seemed like this was the last stop for me today. "Should I ask for her number? I have my own phone now anyway," I thought to myself (back then, smartphones weren't common, and communication was mostly via text message). Suddenly, she straightened up, and my hand flicked against her collar. I turned to look at her, intending to remember the face of this woman who had let me grope her breasts. Her blue eyeshadow was truly alluring. She said softly, "We've arrived. Let's get off."

My head exploded. Was she talking to me? Should I get off? The question swirled and pounded in my mind. Then she walked straight to the back door. It seemed she really had arrived at her stop. "Damn it, let's just go. I don't believe she can eat me alive," I told myself, steeling myself. I got off the bus and slowly followed her. I didn't dare to approach her or talk to her the whole way. I kept torn between continuing to follow her or turning back. It was only one stop from home, and I could walk back. In the end, my lewd thoughts led me to follow her into her apartment complex.

When we reached the elevator, she looked around to make sure no one was watching, then grabbed my ear and said, "You little brat, you're so young and already acting like a hooligan! Have you even grown your pubic hair yet? You dare follow me to my house now? What are you trying to do, rape your auntie? Can you even get hard? Hahaha!" I struggled to free my hand, my face burning, and retorted, "You were the one who pressed your breasts against my hand, and you even asked me to get off the car with you! You're the slut!"
"Haha, you look so young, but you have quite the nerve. Did you enjoy touching me just now? Did you like touching my breasts?"
"Yes, they were nice, so smooth, I want to touch them again."
"If you want to touch them again, come upstairs with me, and I'll let you touch them as much as you want. Dare to come ?"
"Why wouldn't I? You're not going to eat me!"
"Auntie's going to eat you up!"

And so, I followed her to her house. Later, I learned she lived alone; her husband was away on business and rarely home. They didn't have children, which explained her slutty nature. Even I, a kid underage, wanted to take her home and have sex with her.

As soon as we entered, she led me to the sofa, pushed me onto it, and eagerly pulled down my pants. Anticipating what was about to happen, my penis was already rock hard. She grabbed it, saying, "Sure enough, small body, big dick. Is your penis imported?" Since I didn't understand what "imported" meant at the time, I told her, "Definitely made in China, not imported." Then she started playing with it, pulling down her neckline to reveal her bra—black lace—which made my mouth dry. Then she grabbed my hand and made me rub her breasts, asking, "Auntie, are these breasts nice to touch?" "Yes, they're soft, like cotton candy."
"Then rub them with both hands, squeeze my horny tits until they burst!"
"Auntie is such a slut!" I said, and started rubbing her tits with both hands, one on each side. The double squeeze from the bra and her tits made the feeling even better. As she played with them, she took my glans into her mouth. "Ah!" The warm, wet sensation on my glans was the first time I had ever experienced oral sex. Her soft, smooth tongue made me fall in love with oral sex. Before I have sex with any woman, I always have her give me oral sex to judge her oral skills. Women with good oral skills make me cherish the opportunity to have sex with them more, and it also makes me work harder when I'm with them.
"As expected, this little guy's cock smells the best, no strange odor, even the sweat smells deliciously salty," she said while sucking my cock. "Auntie has never let a virgin play with her before, so let Auntie have a good time today."
"Auntie, what you're saying is so slutty," I said breathlessly while enjoying the extreme pleasure. Then, under the dual stimulation from my hand and glans, I quickly ejaculated. This was my first time. "Auntie, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back, I'm so useless..."

Auntie's face was covered in my semen, from her bangs to her chin, all covered in white liquid, and some even stuck to her eyeshadow, leaving me somewhat at a loss.
"It's okay, little guy, this is probably your first time, it's normal." The aunt wiped the semen from around my eyes while comforting me. "But I'm curious, where did you learn all this, you haven't even used it yet..."
"I learned it from the videos I watched in internet cafes. Those guys are so strong, they can fuck a woman for so long without ejaculating, making those women so satisfied."
"Silly boy, those are just videos, they're fake. It's okay, come on, let's go wash up."
She took my hand and led me to the bathroom. We took off all our clothes. She turned around to turn on the water, and I saw a blue-purple butterfly tattoo on her lower back (which is why I'm completely powerless against women with tattoos now). She squeezed out some shower gel. "Come on, let me wash your little penis. You've never washed it yourself before, have you? You'll have to wash it like this often from now on." She carefully cleaned my foreskin, the glans, and my body, while I kept rubbing her breasts and buttocks. As she washed, I got hard again. She laughed, "You're all better now? Looks like I've really struck gold today!" After we washed ourselves, she led me to her bedroom. A wedding photo of her and her husband hung above the bed.
Then we began my sacred first time having sex. She put a condom on me with her mouth and flicked it with her hand. "From now on, no matter who you have sex with, unless it's your wife, remember to use a condom, kid! Got it?"

"Got it, got it!" I didn't care anymore. I pounced on her on the bed and started to rub against her genitals. But after a while, I was dumbfounded. All the movies I'd seen before were censored. Looking at the fuzzy, dark patch in front of me, I didn't know what to do. Then she chuckled. "Little devil, don't know how to fuck anymore? Look at how impatient you are. Come on, Auntie will teach you. This is the urethra, you can't fuck it. And this is Auntie's pussy, you have to fuck it hard here!" She pulled my fingers and pointed out each spot to me. Finally, I inserted it. A warm, wet sensation, different from oral sex, enveloped me. It went from my glans all the way down to my lower back, then up my spine to my brain, making my whole body tense. She cried out "Ah!" Her moan was more seductive than any woman's in any movie I'd ever seen. Then, with rhythm, I began to thrust. Back then, I didn't know anything about the "nine shallow, one deep" technique; I just kept thrusting in and out, then forcefully thrusting in again. Her juices increased, and she started making "gurgling" sounds. Her voice gradually became more delicate. I watched her face turn red as she cried out and cursed, "Fuck you, ah... I'll teach you to cheat on me with other women... Now I'm cheating on you with a man too! Do you see this boy? He's fucking your wife on your wedding bed, ahh... and your wife is enjoying it! Ahh... um! Ah!"
Hearing these words, I don't know where the feeling came from, but I felt like I was fucking even harder. Maybe because I had just ejaculated for the first time not long ago, this time it felt like we fucked for a long time. Accompanied by her moans and the sounds of her juices, I ejaculated again. After ejaculating, I lay on her breasts, panting heavily, feeling incredibly good. That's how I completed my first time fucking.
She hugged and kissed me, saying, "Ah, I love you so much, my little darling! You're fucking me so good! I haven't felt this good in so long." Then she put her nipple in my mouth and made me suck on it. "I want you to fuck me again, my little darling, are you willing?"
"Mmm, yes, mmm, I want to keep fucking your cunt and squeezing your tits."
"Okay, let's go wash up!"
"Okay!"

Before leaving, we exchanged phone numbers. This was the first time I'd ever exchanged phone numbers with a woman, and this woman was someone I slept with for a whole year. Every weekend and holiday, I would find opportunities to fuck her, and I gradually learned how to handle women. All this continued until I got into my dream university. When she found out, we made love like crazy from morning till afternoon, even eating in bed. Later, she sold her house, changed her phone number, and cut off all contact with me. This is the story of an aunt who taught me how to make love and how to have good love.

After that, perhaps she found a new husband, or perhaps she got divorced and moved out to live alone—I have no idea. And from then on, I began many interesting sexual experiences, which I will gradually share later. Thanks for watching!

[The End]

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