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I was a virgin until my senior year in high school, mainly because I had little free time, since I played varsity sports and worked part time at a grocery store. Many days were spent fantasizing of fucking older women whose groceries I bagged or carried out to their car. The young high school girls just didn't quite excite me like these more voluptuous cock teasers. Upon graduation I was off to a big-time Pac 10 school on a baseball scholarship. How life would change for me almost from the very first night in California.
My dorm would not be available until mid September, so I asked to stay with my uncle and his family for two weeks. Uncle Mario picked me up at LAX and drove straight to campus where I had an interview with the director of the Latin American Research Center. I was hired on the spot because I had work study funds and my uncle had hired the director's little brother in the tutorial program which he supervised. Since it was Friday, the director, Gilbert, said I was to start work the following Monday. My uncle and Gilbert thanked each other, laughed out loud, I presume at an inside joke, then we all walked over to a Chinese restaurant to have lunch. After lunch I strolled across campus to admire the architecture and gawk at the California beauties, killing time until my uncle finished work at 5:00. We drove to his apartment and along the way he gave me the head's up about his family life.
His wife was a new bride he met on one of his many excursions south of the border. They were introduced at a bullfight in Mexico City, spent most of the evening singing along with mariachis at Garibaldi Plaza, spent the night at a hotel and now had a six month old baby boy. Uncle Mario was the consumate player, but this time he got lassoed, corraled and saddled up for the long haul with a ring on his finger he reluctantly wore but only to work. No telling how many illegitimate c***dren are running around the wolrd with his DNA, and there is the one legitimate son from his first wife. Despite his philandering, Uncle Mario was my hero, an all-state football and track star in his prime. Quite somberly he admitted to feeling trapped in an untenable situation. Namely, he could not go out and prowl for women as easily as before, and thus, the frustration. At twenty eight years old, handsome and athletic with a very aristocratic air about him, I wondered if getting his master's degree had caused his head and ego to swell larger than his penis. Mexican machismo incarnate was how I evaluated the situation.
"You'll see how much pussy is out here in California, everywhere you look. If I had only used a rubber, I would still be free to chase some tail."
Without saying a word, I wondered if his wife was a bitch, ugly or frigid for him to talk that way. Well, I'd soon find out.
Uncle Mario opened the door to his two-bedroom apartment in Culver City and introduced me to two screaming c***dren, from his wife's previous daliance before they met. Then from a back bedroom strolled the most beautiful Mexican woman I had ever seen in my life. Her smile was friendly and genuine, giving me the traditional Mexican welcome of "mi cas es su casa, sobrino." She carried the newborn boy and as she hugged him close against fully engorged breasts, I gulped and tried not to be obvious as I stole quick glances and hid my inner desires. Forty years later I still have that first impression etched in my mind. Auntie Vero, short for Veronica, was the Salma Hayek of her time, that's how stunning she was in my eyes.
sleeping arrangements were awkward for two adults and three c***dren in a two bedroom flat, so I was offered the living room floor. After dinner, a few beers watching television, we said our goodnights and everyone went to bed. I chose a site along a wall so as to be out of traffic. The wall I chose offered me a view into my uncle's bedroom. Sometimes small consolations come to the downtrodden in big ways.
At two in the morning I woke up to the baby's cries and my aunt trying to quiet him down. Her bedroom night stand lamp was on, sillouetting her gorgeous body and shining through her sheer mid-thigh nightie. The baby stopped crying almost instantly, yet she stood there legs apart rocking him in her arms and lifting a nipple for him to suckle. I laid still in the dark and licked my lips, wanting to suckle myself. As she paced back and forth, she noticed me watching from the dark shadows as her movements allowed the lamp's light to bounce off my hungry lips. She walked straight toward me and whispered softly, "Will you hold him for me while I warm some milk for his bottle."
Without saying a word I simply nodded my head in the affirmative and reached for the c***d. Little Mario was sound asleep in my arms as Auntie Vero walked across the living room into the kitchen. She must have been half asleep herself because she didn't give a second thought to turning on the light and revealing her near-naked body for me to ravish with my hungry eyes. Auntie bent over to get a pan and I could see a hairy pussy straining against sheer bikini briefs. Her ass cheeks wiggled as she stepped to the refrigerator, opened the door and bounced around while she contemplated which gallon carton of milk she wanted. Oh my, was she teasing me? She poured the milk into the pan, fired up the stove burner and continued her sexy little dance. While she waited she stetched her arms and yawned like there was no tomorrow, then she rubbed a hand across her perfect breasts and down to her cunt. I could see a dark patch of pubic hair through the sheer bikini panties before she pirouetted and showed me her beautiful ass cheeks.
When the milk was heated and the bottle filled, she dipped her forefinger to test the temperature. As she turned to face us she stuck her finger in her mouth, up to the second knuckle, then slid it in and out in a seductive exhibit of forewarning or invitation, I wasn't sure which. She purposefully left the kitchen light on so I could see between her creamy colored and most delicious-looking thighs. I gasped as she took the baby from my arms because her long fingers lightly stroked my forearm, then gently scratched it with fire red finger nails, almost as if she were a siren calling a sailor and closing in on her catch. By now my modest six inch cock was straining to give her the one-eyed wink, an invitation to be sucked and fucked.
Auntie Vero acted oblivious to my presence but obviously she was putting on quite the show. Turning away from me clutching the little one, she slowly and seductively walked across the living room and back to the kitchen. With each step her ass jiggled. After little Mario finished his bottle, Auntie put him in his crib, in direct line of sight from my position against the wall. I could hear Uncle Mario snoring softly as Auntie Vero walked back directly toward me. What a beautifully alluring smile I thought, then her forefinger parted her puffy lips and she slowly swallowed it whole.
I had to sit up to accomodate my boner and she asked if I was okay. I nodded but she came to examine me anyway. She walked right up to my face with her crotch inches from my lips.
"Have you ever kissed a woman?" was all she said. She touched my forehead with the palm of her hand and said I was very warm. She turned walking to the kitchen and turned off the light. As she walked back to me, she slipped off her nightie and placed it on my head. That gesture and a muffled giggle set the stage for a relaxed and carefree ambiance. She grabbed me by the ears and buried my face into her twat. I licked the wet spot and heard the most erotic moan I had ever enjoyed. She sat down facing me and rolled onto her back.
"Help me take these off, please."
I put my thumbs inside the elastic and slipped the panties off. She rocked back into a sitting position, reached for my face and with both hands pulled me into her moisture. Since I had never eaten a woman before, I let nature take its course. Drinking in her aroma, tasting her love juices, feeling her labia and exploring her bumps and ridges made me ready to explode. But my mind told me to explore and ejoy the moment, because this was not likely to happen again.
My tongue found an interesting nodule, so I licked across it and felt her respond with a wimpering moan, soft and delicate, barely audible. I kept licking and rolling the fleshly bump between my hot lips and tongue. Soon my auntie had her back arched and her pussy was pulsating with every movement of my tongue. Sideways, then up and down, slowly, deliberately, a little more pressure, then gently, over and over. Suddenly, auntie started fast spasms and jerking up and down against my tongue. Several minutes passed as she came and gushed her juices into my hungry mouth. Her spasms diminished until she lay spent on the floor with my head clutched on her love mound. My right cheek lay across her wet pussy and my left ear heard her say, "Wait until tomorrow when Uncle Mario spends all day at the golf course and half the night drinking."
Needless to say, I felt very welcomed by my auntie. There would be several more sexual encounters over the next four years. Those stories will wait for another day.
My dorm would not be available until mid September, so I asked to stay with my uncle and his family for two weeks. Uncle Mario picked me up at LAX and drove straight to campus where I had an interview with the director of the Latin American Research Center. I was hired on the spot because I had work study funds and my uncle had hired the director's little brother in the tutorial program which he supervised. Since it was Friday, the director, Gilbert, said I was to start work the following Monday. My uncle and Gilbert thanked each other, laughed out loud, I presume at an inside joke, then we all walked over to a Chinese restaurant to have lunch. After lunch I strolled across campus to admire the architecture and gawk at the California beauties, killing time until my uncle finished work at 5:00. We drove to his apartment and along the way he gave me the head's up about his family life.
His wife was a new bride he met on one of his many excursions south of the border. They were introduced at a bullfight in Mexico City, spent most of the evening singing along with mariachis at Garibaldi Plaza, spent the night at a hotel and now had a six month old baby boy. Uncle Mario was the consumate player, but this time he got lassoed, corraled and saddled up for the long haul with a ring on his finger he reluctantly wore but only to work. No telling how many illegitimate c***dren are running around the wolrd with his DNA, and there is the one legitimate son from his first wife. Despite his philandering, Uncle Mario was my hero, an all-state football and track star in his prime. Quite somberly he admitted to feeling trapped in an untenable situation. Namely, he could not go out and prowl for women as easily as before, and thus, the frustration. At twenty eight years old, handsome and athletic with a very aristocratic air about him, I wondered if getting his master's degree had caused his head and ego to swell larger than his penis. Mexican machismo incarnate was how I evaluated the situation.
"You'll see how much pussy is out here in California, everywhere you look. If I had only used a rubber, I would still be free to chase some tail."
Without saying a word, I wondered if his wife was a bitch, ugly or frigid for him to talk that way. Well, I'd soon find out.
Uncle Mario opened the door to his two-bedroom apartment in Culver City and introduced me to two screaming c***dren, from his wife's previous daliance before they met. Then from a back bedroom strolled the most beautiful Mexican woman I had ever seen in my life. Her smile was friendly and genuine, giving me the traditional Mexican welcome of "mi cas es su casa, sobrino." She carried the newborn boy and as she hugged him close against fully engorged breasts, I gulped and tried not to be obvious as I stole quick glances and hid my inner desires. Forty years later I still have that first impression etched in my mind. Auntie Vero, short for Veronica, was the Salma Hayek of her time, that's how stunning she was in my eyes.
sleeping arrangements were awkward for two adults and three c***dren in a two bedroom flat, so I was offered the living room floor. After dinner, a few beers watching television, we said our goodnights and everyone went to bed. I chose a site along a wall so as to be out of traffic. The wall I chose offered me a view into my uncle's bedroom. Sometimes small consolations come to the downtrodden in big ways.
At two in the morning I woke up to the baby's cries and my aunt trying to quiet him down. Her bedroom night stand lamp was on, sillouetting her gorgeous body and shining through her sheer mid-thigh nightie. The baby stopped crying almost instantly, yet she stood there legs apart rocking him in her arms and lifting a nipple for him to suckle. I laid still in the dark and licked my lips, wanting to suckle myself. As she paced back and forth, she noticed me watching from the dark shadows as her movements allowed the lamp's light to bounce off my hungry lips. She walked straight toward me and whispered softly, "Will you hold him for me while I warm some milk for his bottle."
Without saying a word I simply nodded my head in the affirmative and reached for the c***d. Little Mario was sound asleep in my arms as Auntie Vero walked across the living room into the kitchen. She must have been half asleep herself because she didn't give a second thought to turning on the light and revealing her near-naked body for me to ravish with my hungry eyes. Auntie bent over to get a pan and I could see a hairy pussy straining against sheer bikini briefs. Her ass cheeks wiggled as she stepped to the refrigerator, opened the door and bounced around while she contemplated which gallon carton of milk she wanted. Oh my, was she teasing me? She poured the milk into the pan, fired up the stove burner and continued her sexy little dance. While she waited she stetched her arms and yawned like there was no tomorrow, then she rubbed a hand across her perfect breasts and down to her cunt. I could see a dark patch of pubic hair through the sheer bikini panties before she pirouetted and showed me her beautiful ass cheeks.
When the milk was heated and the bottle filled, she dipped her forefinger to test the temperature. As she turned to face us she stuck her finger in her mouth, up to the second knuckle, then slid it in and out in a seductive exhibit of forewarning or invitation, I wasn't sure which. She purposefully left the kitchen light on so I could see between her creamy colored and most delicious-looking thighs. I gasped as she took the baby from my arms because her long fingers lightly stroked my forearm, then gently scratched it with fire red finger nails, almost as if she were a siren calling a sailor and closing in on her catch. By now my modest six inch cock was straining to give her the one-eyed wink, an invitation to be sucked and fucked.
Auntie Vero acted oblivious to my presence but obviously she was putting on quite the show. Turning away from me clutching the little one, she slowly and seductively walked across the living room and back to the kitchen. With each step her ass jiggled. After little Mario finished his bottle, Auntie put him in his crib, in direct line of sight from my position against the wall. I could hear Uncle Mario snoring softly as Auntie Vero walked back directly toward me. What a beautifully alluring smile I thought, then her forefinger parted her puffy lips and she slowly swallowed it whole.
I had to sit up to accomodate my boner and she asked if I was okay. I nodded but she came to examine me anyway. She walked right up to my face with her crotch inches from my lips.
"Have you ever kissed a woman?" was all she said. She touched my forehead with the palm of her hand and said I was very warm. She turned walking to the kitchen and turned off the light. As she walked back to me, she slipped off her nightie and placed it on my head. That gesture and a muffled giggle set the stage for a relaxed and carefree ambiance. She grabbed me by the ears and buried my face into her twat. I licked the wet spot and heard the most erotic moan I had ever enjoyed. She sat down facing me and rolled onto her back.
"Help me take these off, please."
I put my thumbs inside the elastic and slipped the panties off. She rocked back into a sitting position, reached for my face and with both hands pulled me into her moisture. Since I had never eaten a woman before, I let nature take its course. Drinking in her aroma, tasting her love juices, feeling her labia and exploring her bumps and ridges made me ready to explode. But my mind told me to explore and ejoy the moment, because this was not likely to happen again.
My tongue found an interesting nodule, so I licked across it and felt her respond with a wimpering moan, soft and delicate, barely audible. I kept licking and rolling the fleshly bump between my hot lips and tongue. Soon my auntie had her back arched and her pussy was pulsating with every movement of my tongue. Sideways, then up and down, slowly, deliberately, a little more pressure, then gently, over and over. Suddenly, auntie started fast spasms and jerking up and down against my tongue. Several minutes passed as she came and gushed her juices into my hungry mouth. Her spasms diminished until she lay spent on the floor with my head clutched on her love mound. My right cheek lay across her wet pussy and my left ear heard her say, "Wait until tomorrow when Uncle Mario spends all day at the golf course and half the night drinking."
Needless to say, I felt very welcomed by my auntie. There would be several more sexual encounters over the next four years. Those stories will wait for another day.
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