Thank You Aunt Martha
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I let my hands slide down from her shoulders but hers stayed in place. My hands moved over her chest reaching her erect nipples. Sliding over them to cup her breasts in my hands my fingers brushed her nipples and a soft moan slipped from her lips. Leaning forward I kissed her nipples. Nibbling on them with my lips then letting my tongue slip ever so slightly through my lips touching her nipples. Her hands caressed my neck and face as I continued at her nipples. She moaned and pulled my head tight against her breasts holding me there in such a loving way. I looked up at her and smiled letting her know I was enjoying the pleasure I was giving her. Releasing me I went back to her nipples and began to slide one hand down her side over her stomach to her clean-shaven mound. I have always kept mine shaven but with a small patch just above. I loved the look and feel of her bald pussy and couldn't wait to get a closer look at it.
Martha straightened up as my middle finger pressed against the folds of her pussy. She was wet and I could feel her juices on my finger as it slipped between her outer lips. She felt so wet, warm and silky and again she moaned as my finger touched the entrance to her pussy. I wiggled it several times and her body arched back as I slipped it in her. I don't know if I was as surprised at how much she was enjoying what I was doing or at the fact I was doing it. I love playing with my own pussy and can do so for hours but I was not going to play with hers for hours. Not this time anyway. I wanted my mouth on her pussy to bad for that.
"Mmmm. You're going to make me cum doing that." Martha said in a sultry voice.
"I hope so." I replied with an evil grin on my face.
She leaned back bracing herself on her hands leaving her breasts open to anything I wished to do with them and giving me better access to her pussy. Unable to resist those beautiful nipples begging for attention I leaned forward kissing my way from one to the other as my finger continued to work its way deep her love hole. Soon a second finger began to work its way in her and she looked at me with a look that told me I was on the right track. Her moans filled the room as my fingers gently fucked her pussy and my tongue flicked over her nipples. Her juices were flowing heavy now and I wanted a taste of her lovely pussy so I pulled my fingers from her and brought them to my lips. Martha watched as I licked her juices from my fingers and then sucked them in my mouth.
"Do I taste as good as you thought I would?" Martha asked as I slowly pulled my fingers from my mouth.
"Oh yes. You taste wonderful." I said replacing them in her hot pussy.
Once they were soaked again I pulled them out and brought them to her lips. She licked my fingers and I couldn't believe how incredible her tongue felt on them. She licked them then sucked them in her mouth her tongue still licking.
"You like the taste of your juices to don't you?" I asked.
"Yes. I love the taste of woman's juices even my own." She replied.
"I've never tasted another woman's juices before but I have always liked the taste of my own and have always wondered how another woman would taste. I love the taste of yours." I said again replacing my fingers deep within her.
"Would you like a better taste of mine?" Martha asked in that deep sultry voice of hers.
"Oh yes." I said.
She responded by lying back on the bed and slipping her legs out from under her. My fingers never left her pussy as she repositioned herself. Her knees now drawn up and spread wide her pussy was fully exposed and dripping wet. I marveled at how beautiful and inviting her bald pussy looked as I continued to finger her. Her lips were full and swollen begging to be kissed so I leaned forward and planted a kiss right on her pussy. Her aroma was intoxicating and her juices were sweet so I let my tongue slip through my lips touching another woman's pussy for the first time. Martha's hands moved to her breasts and began to roll her hard nipples between her fingers. I wasn't sure what to do having no experience and never really having been with a man that was very good at oral sex but I was determined to please Martha. I knew what I liked and decided to start with that.
My tongue grew bolder as she reacted favorably to my gentle kisses and tongue licks. I lay flat on the bed between her legs to make it easier for me and again kissed her lips. My tongue seemed to know just what to do even if I didn't. Almost with a mind of it's own I licked the length of her slip then slipped it in beside my fingers. She was beginning to rock her hips slowly at first but as my tongue continued its work she began to grind her pussy into me. I reached around her leg and spread her lips with my fingers exposing her swollen clit. My tongue left her hole and landed right on her clit. A deep guttural moan came from deep within her as her hands flew to my head.
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