Aunt's Secret

Since my one-night stand with my aunt, we've met up twice more, and it's been quite enjoyable. She seemed satisfied with my size and stamina, and I also liked her maturity and allure; we were very compatible. Her desire was intense; she would want it several times in a row, and I used every trick in the book, managing to keep up.
During our conversation, I learned she was divorced and had a daughter living with her ex-husband. She's currently running her own business, but I didn't ask what she did, and she didn't say. My aunt has some masochistic tendencies; she likes me to use foul language and enjoys things like rough rape. It was during one of our rape games that she revealed a little secret.
We were playing bondage and discipline; I tied her hands and feet and inserted a vibrating egg and an anal plug into her vagina and anus, respectively. Watching her writhe and moan with the vibrations gave me a great sense of accomplishment. Then came all sorts of foul language, even insults. The more I did this, the more excited my aunt became, writhing her body even more wildly. I could tell she was struggling to hold back, but also very excited. I deliberately squatted down on her face, rubbing my penis against her cheek and teasing her mouth. The auntie was sucking so intensely, it hurt me. So I stopped trying and started thrusting, holding her head. I have to say, the auntie's oral skills were amazing, especially her deep throat, the best I've ever experienced, bar none. I ejaculated quickly, mostly deep into her throat because of the deep penetration. The auntie gagged a little, but swallowed it all. However, she didn't spit it out, continuing to gently suckle.
I didn't rest either. After a short break, I started attacking her genitals. I didn't remove the vibrator, but instead pressed my palm against her vulva, rubbing it from slow to fast, knowing this would bring her to orgasm quickly. Sure enough, within minutes, the auntie orgasmed, her body trembling like she was convulsing, ejaculating a large amount, soaking the carpet. I didn't stop, continuing to rub her vulva in rhythm with her. The result was somewhat unexpected; after ejaculating again, she actually cried. I froze, seeing she was only crying and didn't seem to be in any discomfort, so I calmed down and stopped what I was doing. After a few minutes of calming down, the auntie turned to me through teary eyes and said, "You little rascal, you almost killed me." I laughed and said, "Don't worry, it's coming to take my life soon." I then pulled out my penis, preparing to thrust in forcefully. The auntie quickly covered her lower body, saying, "I can't now, I have to wait a while, or I'll really die." Seeing this, I didn't force her, and picked her up, making her straddle my lap. Her glistening lower body pressed against my erect penis, slightly parted. Her hands were still bound behind her back, so her breasts and vagina were at my mercy. As I did this, I teased her about why she was crying, asking if it was the first time she'd ever cried from being fucked. The auntie blushed, a truly deep red. After a few seconds of silence, she said, "I cried once before, only once." I casually asked, "Wasn't your ex-husband not very good?" She spat and said, "I didn't say it was him." Hearing this, I perked up immediately, speeding up my work while urging her to confess. She thought for a moment and then told me a secret that shocked me.
First, about the boy—actually, he was a boy, a few years younger than me, currently in high school. The boy's family and the aunt were neighbors, and the two families got along well. The aunt lived alone, and the boy always helped with any physical labor. The aunt liked him quite a bit, the kind of affection an elder has for a younger person. One summer, the boy's parents happened to be away for three days, so they asked the aunt to look after him temporarily. The aunt readily agreed. After the boy came home from evening self-study, the aunt prepared a late-night snack and quickly fed him. During the meal, the aunt inadvertently discovered that the boy was peeking at her. She was home alone, wearing a simple nightgown that reached her knees, but it was quite loose, and the neckline was a bit low; the boy must have seen what was under her chest. The aunt was both startled and excited. She didn't cover up his genitals, letting him peek. When the boy was almost finished eating, she saw his flushed face and his erection, and a feeling of resentment welled up inside her. She decided to tease him a little more. So, she got up and told him to eat slowly and leave the food there while she went to take a shower. Actually, her intention was just to tease him; she deliberately left the door slightly ajar while showering, but the boy probably didn't dare peek. When she finished showering, she found the boy had finished eating and washed the dishes. She praised him a few times and then put him to bed. She went back to her room. The auntie tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, constantly thinking about the boy's peeping eyes. She felt uneasy and tried masturbating for a while, but it didn't solve the problem. Just as she was about to go to sleep, she heard a knock on the door. The boy asked if she was asleep. She quickly got up and said, "Not yet, what is it?" The boy didn't come in, but said from outside the door that he hadn't finished his homework and wanted to do it, but the desk lamp wasn't working, and he wasn't sure if it was broken. The auntie didn't think much of it and got up to open the door. The desk lamp in that room hadn't been used much, so it shouldn't be broken, but the socket was under the table. She guessed the boy had knocked it off, so she crawled under the table and found that the plug was indeed loose. She plugged it back in. Just as she was about to get up, she realized she was exposed. She had been masturbating, and when the boy knocked, she had left, leaving her lower body completely exposed and glistening with moisture. As she lay down, her short skirt could barely cover her buttocks, and she probably had half of her buttocks and genitals exposed. The aunt pretended not to notice at all, got up to straighten her skirt, told the boy not to stay up too late, and then went back to her room.

The next day, the same thing happened. The aunt deliberately exposed herself, making the boy blush again, but this time he was much more natural. That evening, he knocked on the door again, still saying the typhoon wasn't working. The aunt knew what the boy wanted to see, and again crawled under the table to help him. This time it lasted a full five minutes, and her skirt was pulled up to her waist. However, this time she was wearing underwear, and the kind that was small and see-through, unable to cover her ample genitals at all. Her crotch was completely exposed. On the third night, the aunt drank some wine, cooked dinner for the boy, and then gestured for him to eat by himself. She had drunk too much and was going to sleep, so she went back to her room. After a long time, when the aunt was almost asleep, the knocking sounded again. This time, however, the aunt was determined not to make a sound and see what the boy wanted. The boy called out and, finding no answer, pushed the door open and came in. The aunt had a premonition that something was going to happen that night, so she made some preparations. She took a shower and changed into a sexy nightgown, without anything underneath. After the boy entered the room, he called out "Auntie," and then fell silent. He noticed that the auntie was curled up asleep with her back to the door, and beneath her short skirt was her bare buttocks. For several minutes, the boy remained motionless, just standing there, probably spying. The auntie felt conflicted, unsure whether she was anxious or fearful. At noon, the boy broke the silence. He took a step forward to the bed, and the auntie's heart leaped into her throat. Soon, she felt someone touching her genitals, and felt a hot breath on them. The auntie said her heart was pounding, and she dared not move, afraid of scaring the boy and causing trouble. Her excitement made her vagina wet, quickly soaking her thighs. She steeled herself and pretended to be asleep, letting the boy do as he pleased, since she wouldn't lose anything. However, the imagined penetration didn't happen. The boy was still timid; he just kept touching and rubbing, not inserting his penis, but masturbating while doing so. Finally, after shooting the bullet into the aunt's buttocks, he hurriedly began to clean up and then tiptoed back into the room. Hearing the door close behind her, the aunt finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at her somewhat disheveled lower body, she reluctantly began to clean up. Unexpectedly, just as she finished cleaning, she heard footsteps at the door again. The aunt quickly turned over and pretended to be asleep again. This time, the boy came in and called out a few times. When there was no response, he went directly to the bed, gently turned the aunt onto her back, then gently spread her legs and buried his head in her genitals. Good heavens, the aunt felt him licking her genitals. His technique was clumsy and rough; he parted her labia with both hands and began to suckle, even stimulating her swollen clitoris. The stimulation made the aunt tremble slightly, and she tried her best to suppress herself, almost crying out. The aunt said the process lasted for a full ten minutes; it was so agonizing that she almost bit her tongue. Just as the aunt was about to collapse, the boy finally stopped licking and quietly climbed on top of her, inserting a hot, hard penis. After insertion, the boy paused slightly before starting to thrust, the speed and force not very strong, probably afraid of waking the aunt. It didn't last long, probably just a few minutes, before he was inside her. However, the boy didn't pull out, but continued to lie on top of the aunt, sucking her breasts, and soon became hard again. He began to thrust carefully again, this time for a little longer. That night, the boy ejaculated a total of five times, once externally and four times internally. The aunt, of course, also had many orgasms. Actually, the physical stimulation wasn't that strong; it was the psychological stimulation that brought her to orgasm several times. The one in the morning was even more intense, because the boy probably guessed that the aunt was intentionally indulging, so he hugged the aunt and started thrusting, even trying to kiss her. The aunt kept her eyes tightly closed and didn't respond. Perhaps this was her last stand; if she opened her eyes, things might not end well. This time, the lovemaking also made her cry.

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