“I knew you were there,” she said. “I turned while I was riding Kurt’s dick and saw you with your eyes closed. Honestly, I didn’t mind you watching us a bit. Tell me, Connie, how did seeing us together make you feel?” Delia said, softly caressing my thigh.
“I don’t know… confused, I guess… and, um…”
“And something more?” Delia said, using her other hand to lift my chin to face her.
“Um, maybe,” I said.
“Aroused perhaps?” Delia said, smiling slightly. “Did watching your aunt fuck your brother turn you on, Connie?”
I hated to admit it. This was so wrong! I needed to tell her but was losing my will.
“Let me ask you this,” Delia said, letting go of my chin. “Have you ever been with a girl before?”
“You mean sexually?” I said.
“Yes, sexually. Have you ever made love to a woman?”
I shook my head. “I’ve never thought of it before.”
“You mean you’ve never been attracted to a woman’s body? Her shape, her boobs… wondering what she might taste like or what it might feel like to have her lips on your pussy?”
“I… don’t think so,” I said, hesitating slightly.
“Oh, Connie,” Delia said, gently squeezing my thigh. “You’re missing so much! Being intimate with a woman is a wonderful experience. Much different than with a man. You’ve been with a man before?”
I nodded. “A few times. It wasn’t wonderful.”
“Don’t get me wrong. I love making love to men too – men like your brother. But it’s not the same. Doesn’t it make you curious?”
I had to admit that sitting there next to this beauty, her citrus smell and gorgeous hair and her big figure – were doing a number on me.
“Do you want to feel what it’s like, maybe a little?” Delia asked. “Maybe just a kiss?”
“But you’re my aunt,” I protested.
“That’s right,” Delia answered gently. “I’m not someone you just met or a friend or something – I’m related to you. I’m a constant. Friends and girlfriends come and go, but I will always be here for you.” Delia placed both her hands on my chin and looked intently at me. “Connie, my heart will always be open to you – my heart and my legs.”
With that she parted her legs slightly. I couldn’t help but look down. A dark stain was spreading across the front of her panties.
“Oh!” I gasped.
“Connie, you are a very beautiful and desirous woman. You’re making your aunt very wet just thinking about kissing you. Oh!”
As she said this, I saw a fresh amount of liquid spread out from the center of her panties.
“And now I’m even more wet!” Delia said. “Would it be all right if I kissed you?”
I honestly didn’t know what to do. My mind said no but my eyes and my body were saying yes. I looked into her deep blue eyes and saw love and lust there. She wanted me – desired me.
I nodded slowly.
Delia smiled. She lifted my chin and barely touched her lips to mine. They felt so soft and warm. She came in and kissed my lips again, a little harder this time.
“Okay so far?” she asked.
I nodded.
This time I tilted my head slightly to the side. Our lips met again. Delia pressed in. Our lips mashed together. There was a hunger there – an intensity.
“Mm!” Delia moaned.
I kissed her back, starting to get lost in the moment. I felt a warm wetness touch my lips. I opened and let my tongue touch hers. It felt like magical electricity. We opened our mouths and let our tongues slide across each other. I had never experienced anything like this with a guy. It felt wonderful.
“Mm,” I moaned.
Delia sucked on my lower lip. Our faces would dip down, and we would part, then come back up in a different position – our tongues meeting in the middle. Delia ventured her tongue inside my mouth. I let her in to explore me. She sucked on my tongue and pulled on it.
I sucked on her lip and then pushed my tongue into her mouth. She opened readily and let me in. She tasted sweet and her mouth was so warm and wet.
I felt her fingers trace down my arm, up and down, up and down. At one point, as I was getting lost in making out with my aunt, I felt her fingers brush one of my breasts.
“Oh!” I said, breaking off.
“You have such lovely breasts, Connie,” Delia said, touching my nipple. “And you’re not wearing a bra – which really excites me!”
“Should, um, should we be…”
“Shh!” Delia said. “Just give way to the pleasure. It feels good to have a woman touch you, yes?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
Delia came back in and kissed me, our mouths pushed together, her tongue going deeply into me.
I felt weird feelings in my crotch. I was itchy and felt like moving. I’d never felt this way before.
Delia broke off and kissed my neck. I felt her tongue lick me and it sent wonderful feelings through my body.
Her touch on my nipple became more insistent. She squeezed and my chest rose up in response to the intense feelings of pleasure.
“Oh, mm, oh!” I moaned.
Her other hand came up and she squeezed both nipples – sending even more pleasure down to my pussy.
I was having a hard time concentrating. Delia came up and kissed me again, sucking on my tongue and swirling around between our mouths. She squeezed both my breasts and pressed in with her palms. My pelvis rose in response. I was getting incredibly turned on.
“I… should… stop,” I said, getting breathless. “But… I don’t… want to.”
“I don’t want to stop either,” Delia said, brushing some hair away from my face. “In fact, I want you to touch me, Connie. Do you want to bring me pleasure too?”
Delia brought my hands up and placed them over her huge boobs. They felt firm. Her nipples stood out and I felt them hard under my hand.
“Squeeze me!” Delia said. “Oh yes! That’s it. Keep squeezing me. Now my nipples – like I did. Mm, oh, mm, yes!” Delia moaned.
We kissed and fondled each other’s breasts. I couldn’t believe I was doing this and didn’t know how far it would go. My inhibitions were beginning to slide away as pleasure became my focus.
“You’ve seen my breasts,” Delia said, breaking off and gently caressing my boobs.
“And they’re beautiful,” I said, staring at those large globes with their pointy nipples.
“I’d love for you to see them close-up,” Delia said.
She took her hands off my breasts, grasped the hem of her clingy blouse and lifted it over her head. I understood then why I could see her nipples so clearly. Under the blouse she wore a sheer black bra – the fabric so thin that I could see her areola and nipples clearly.
“Are you ready, Connie?” Delia said as she put her hands behind her back.
I nodded numbly. As she unhooked her bra, she let it fall from her arms. I was only inches away from those glorious globes. Her areola were light brown and surrounded her large, erect, and taught nipples. I stared in awe.