Aunt Renee Comes for a Visit Ch. 03

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There is truth and actual experiences in this series. Fact mixed with fiction – often called “faction.” Starting with chapter one is recommended. All characters are 18 or older.

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Aunt Renee was the first woman to rim my ass and the best I would experience in my many erotic ventures later in life. She must have spent an hour lightly kissing my anus, giving my opening soft, teasing licks. She kneaded either side of my opening and stretched it wide so she could slide her tongue inside. What I loved the most is how she would surround my asshole with her mouth and suck it into her mouth, my asshole and its juices. She worked herself into a bit of a frenzy and started sliding her face up and down between my ass cheeks slurping and moaning while she milked my cock into a small bowl she had placed beneath me.

When I turned around, I saw what depravity could look like. Aunt Renee’s face was thick with drool and the hair around her face was sticky and stringy with saliva. Her makeup had mixed together with her mouth juices and darkened her eyes and painted streaks of beiges and browns across her forehead and cheeks. Aunt Renee scooted toward me and smiled, “Do you like me this way, Pete? I smell like your ass. Do you like that?”

She picked up the bowl of cum I had produced and raised her to her mouth. “I know you like me this way, Pete. It’s like a dream come true for you, isn’t it?”

I was too focused on what was about to happen to answer.

Aunt Renee swirled my cum around and around, darting her tongue inside a couple of times to show me how the spunk would latch on to it. Her eyes were constantly on me. When she tilted my cum into her mouth, she was beaming. She looked so happy as my cum slid out of the bowl into her mouth. She didn’t swallow until she dug out the last drops with her forefinger and licked it off.

Aunt Renee took my face in both hands, opened her mouth and played with my cum for a bit. She pushed it out onto her lips and then sucked it back in. Sometimes a little glob would escape and flow off her chin and onto her big tits. She grabbed some of the cum with her fingers and thumb and rubbed it on her cheeks and forehead. Only then, once she had clearly showed me what a cum slut she is, did Aunt Renee swallow my spew.

She smacked her lips. “Mmmm, Mmmm good, Pete. So yummy.”

“That was incredible, aunty.”

Aunt Renee leaned toward me and kissed my cheek. She licked my ear and whispered, “I will drink anything that comes out your beautiful cock, Pete. I mean it. Anything.”

I was amazed enough, but now Aunt Renee, after eating my ass and devouring my cum and wearing it on her face, now she was telling me she wanted to drink my piss. Her breath across my ear gave me chills as she opened that new possibility – or should I say, eventuality. I was going to urinate into Aunt Renee’s mouth.

As if she were listening into my thoughts, she continued. “I love how warm it is, Pete and how it can taste so bittersweet.”

“God,” I muttered.

“And if you do it with some pacing, Pete, imagine my mouth tight around your cock head as I drink it all down, not one drop lost. Do you know what that means?”

“Um…you’re a depraved whore?”

Aunt Renee laughed so hard she snorted, “Well there is that, Pete. But it means I can be your pissoir anywhere, anytime. At a party, on a car ride, in the back lane.”

“I think I know, but what exactly is a ‘pissoir’?”

“Oh, sweetie. It means your Aunt Renee will gladly serve as your piss toilet.” She let that sink in for a moment or two and then added, “Let’s do that tomorrow morning when your bladder is full, shall we?”

I watched Aunt Renee roll off the bed. She lost her balance but caught herself by grabbing onto the bed post on the footboard. It rose up about 18 inches forming a smooth teardrop at the top. “Oh, Pete,” she said. She licked the bed post and smiled at me. “Would you like to watch me fuck this bed post later, Pete?”

Then she left the room. I was hard again and still was when I found her in the kitchen. “Oh, look at you, Pete. Such a horny boy.” Aunt Renee stopped what she was doing and bent over the kitchen table. “Do you need to cum again, Pete?”

I positioned myself behind her big ass and began rubbing my cock on her pussy. “Oh, no, Pete, not there. Fuck my ass.” She angled her head backward and added, “Make it hurt, Pete, please fuck me hard.”

Aunt Renee reached around and spread open her ass cheeks as I pushed my thick hard cock into her tight hole. I didn’t try to work it in. Once my head was barely into her opening, I slammed it in, which made her squeal.

“You sound like a piggy, Aunt Renee.”

She kept grunting and squealing as I pounded her, my balls slapping against her ass. I grabbed onto her hair and rode her while her cow-tits waggled back and forth. The cum that shot out of me empty deep into her bowels. With each pulse her ass tightened. It was unlike any other sensation I had experienced.

If that wasn’t hot enough, Aunt Renee made no attempt to Arapsuyu Escort clean herself. She returned to the kitchen counter and start peeling potatoes, her legs parted, her ass jiggling as she deployed the paring knife. When my cum began to leak out, she opened her legs wider and let it all drip from her hole onto the floor. When there was no more to push out, she put the knife down and turned to face me.

“Pete, tell aunty what you want now.” She looked down at the puddle of cum and then back at me. “Please, tell me. It’s so hot when a man tells me what to do.”

In that moment, Aunt Renee was wanton, vulnerable, needy, and beautiful all at once. This sexy, curvy woman (who had to be at least 25 years older than I was) was virtually begging me to order her to lick up my cum from the floor, the same cum that had been deep inside her ass. I am not sure what was more exciting: knowing she would eat a cream pie from her ass or the power she was begging me to exercise over her.

I cleared my throat. I wanted to sound like a man, not a young, inexperienced university student. “Aunt Renee,” I pointed to the cum on the floor. “Where was that cum?”

Aunt Renee shivered. “Oh, Pete, it is your cum and it was in my asshole.”

“Do you think my cum should end up the floor and just be cleaned up like dirt or spilt milk?”

“Oh, not at all…” She raised her eyebrows and added, “Pete, may I address you as Sir or Master?”

“Yes, slut, you may.”

“Master.” Aunt Renee rolled the word slowly off her tongue. “Master, your cum should always end up in my mouth.”

“Correct. So, kneel and let me hear you slurp it all up.”

“Yes, Sir. Gladly.”

I must admit, the sights and sounds of an older woman with her lips sucking up your cum from the floor, her ass up in the air and her tits pushed into the linoleum is the most provocative, erotic, depraved experience you can have while also being in the oddest sort of way, a very tender and loving thing to do for another.

When she was done, she looked up at me like a dog does sometimes when she finishes her kibble and wants more. I noticed the floor was still shiny with sperm and her saliva. Without even thinking, I told Aunt Renee to wipe up the rest with her ass and then enjoyed watching her do just that. The floor squeaked from her ass rubbing on the surface. “Oh, oh,” she moaned. “You know how to treat me, Sir. Thank you.”

***

It was day three of Christmas break and the previous days had virtually been non- stop sex and kink with Aunt Renee. We both sensed this was a once in a life time opportunity for the two of us to strip away all convention and rules of engagement that society demanded from couples and explore our darkest desires.

The alarm went off at 8:30. I had slept well. Aunt Renee had fallen asleep with her face nestled between my legs, but she was gone when I opened my eyes. Too groggy to remember what she had promised yesterday, I shuffled into the bathroom to take my morning leak. To my suprise, Aunt Renee was there, kneeling by the toilet.

Then I remembered. “How long have you been waiting here?”

“Oh, I heard the alarm, Sir, and scurried in here to be ready for you.” Aunt Renee opened her mouth. “Please, Master, let me be your pissoir.”

I already walked in with my morning wood, but now I was even harder and it took a while to get my piss to flow. The first dribbles missed her mouth altogether and landed on her tits and belly. I pushed my cock into her mouth and she tightened her lips around it and I let loose of a rather forceful stream of piss and then stopped the flow. I had recalled her request for pacing.

Aunt Renee choked a bit on the force of the stream but dutifully swallowed. I knew when she looked up at me with expectant eyes that she was ready for more. It took a good ten minutes to finally get it all out and Aunt Renee never lost a drop of it. She swallowed each time and by the end, she was rubbing her clit while drinking my urine.

When I pulled out of her mouth, I shook my penis over her face and watched the last remaining drops splash across her joyful face. “Oh, Sir, that was incredible. You taste so good.”

When I sat down in the kitchen for my morning coffee, I found a black magic marker by my plate. “What’s this, Aunt Renee.”

Aunt Renee giggled like a little girl. “Oh, Sir, I thought just maybe you would like to, um…” She sucked on her forefinger, doing her best to look coy. “Sir, I thought you might enjoy expressing yourself on my body.” She nodded at the marker. “With that.”

“You want me to write on you, is that it?”

“Yes, Master. Write on me and feel free to write anything, no matter how humiliating.”

Shortly thereafter I was sipping my coffee while Aunt Renee stood at attention next to me with “Cow Udders” blazoned across her big tits and “Cum Hole” written on her mound with an arrow pointing down. I had her turn around and finished off my narrative masterpiece by writing “All cocks welcome” on her left Escort Arapsuyu cheek and “Ruin my asshole” on her right.

It seemed like every minute spent with Aunt Renee involved a new discovery of her desires for depravity. I was taking photos of my masterpiece when it buzzed. I looked at Aunt Renee. “It’s Gene.”

“Oh, perfect timing. Go ahead answer it.”

“Hi Gene.”

“Finally, I have been phoning you.”

“Yeh, sorry, but been busy you know, with Aunt Renee.”

“What does that mean?”

“Just a second, Gene.” I switched to my photo app and found the picture of Aunt Renee spreading open her ass cheeks and texted it to Gene.

I heard his phone ping and said, “Take a look, Gene.”

I thought we had lost our connection; it took him so long to respond. “Holy fucking hell,” Gene said. It took him a few seconds more to ask, “Got any more?”

By the time we were done chatting, I had sent him a dozen photographs of his aunt in various positions and a few showed her with cum on her face on splattered across her swollen cunt.

“So,” Gene finally asked with a chuckle. “You are getting along then with my Aunt Renee.”

“Oh, yes,” I said. “She is quite the lovely guest. No problem at all.”

Aunt Renee enjoyed listening in and during my conversation with Gene, she grabbed a whisk from the utensil jar and started fucking her pussy with the handle. She finally came by slapping her opening with the metal end.

“Is that auntie I hear?”

“Yes, Gene, she is masturbating right now at the kitchen table.”

“Fuck, I wish I were there.”

I turned to Aunt Renee. “He says he wishes he were here.”

Aunt Renee moved over to my chair and finished by spraying her squirt all over my chest and legs. I knew it was time to hang up when she knelt and began licking my body.

I pressed end without even a good bye and began stroking my cock, which was covered in her cum. Jesus, I thought, it’s only 10:30 in the morning and I have cum twice already. This time my spunk went directly in her mouth.

When Aunt Renee finally sat back down in her chair across from me, she was still full of energy and desire. “So, Sir, may I ask you for something?”

“Of course.”

“I want to fuck and suck some strangers today. Will you make that happen for your Aunt Renee?”

Having a woman take on three strangers is every perverted man’s fantasy, but the prospect of being able to pull it off is rather daunting. “Well, I know this guy who might be interested.”

“Oh, Sir, I do mean strangers, which means you don’t know them either.”

My forehead wrinkled. “I think there is a swinger’s place in town, aunty. And there is the peeler bar. Lots of strangers there, I am sure.”

“I will go anywhere you want, Sir, and fuck anyone you tell me to. I just want to be a cum dump for strangers is all.”

“Oh, is that all?” I laughed.

Aunt Renee laughed, too. “I hope you might like to watch that, Master.”

“I will go do some research on the net, auntie.”

“Thank you. I am going to take a nice hot bath and get my body all ready for the rest of the day.”

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An hour had passed and I had already mapped out our evening excursion. We would go the strip bar and see if Aunt Renee could have some fun there and then to the swinger’s club. I knew it would cost a pretty penny for such an outing, but I decided to borrow a few hundred dollars from my tuition account and worry about that later.

Aunt Renee was still upstairs, but I heard no movement. I walked up and found her asleep on my bed. Between her legs, the sheets were soaked. I covered her with a blanket and kissed her cheek. “You are such a slut, auntie,” I whispered. I don’t know if she really heard me, but she moaned a little when I said that.

It was nearly 4 pm when Aunt Renee joined me in the living room. “Oh, I had such a wonderful nap, Sir.” She stretched, which caused her mammoth breasts to rise and then fall as her arms lowered. I was naked, too, and my cock was in its usual state when Aunt Renee was around. She sat on the floor by my feet and lightly grazed her finger nails along my balls and cock. “So, Master, what’s the plan?”

I laid it all out for her. “Can you afford that, Pete?”

She’s depraved but thoughtful, I said to myself. “Nothing you need to worry about.” Then I asked, “Do you have something appropriate to wear?”

“Oh, I do,” she said happily. “You will love it, I promise.” Her face turned serious for a moment. “Do you, I mean, will you make them wear a condom?”

“It’s probably the right thing to do,” I said.

“I know, but will you make them?”

I started to clue in. “Well, what do you want, auntie?”

“I want them to decide.”

“Are you sure?”

Aunt Renee nodded. “Yes. I know I shouldn’t let them to decide but I want them to take me as they wish to, with protection or bareback. Is that bad?”

“Of course, it’s bad, auntie.”

She bowed her head, feigning shame, then smirked, “Please Arapsuyu Escort Bayan don’t make them, Sir.”

“I won’t aunty.”

By now, Aunt Renee was slowly stroking my cock and fondling my balls. “I just love the cream pies of three men or more oozing out of my pussy and ass, Sir.” Then she lowered her mouth over my cock once again and received my third orgasm of the day.

We decided to hit the strip bar at 9:00 p.m. Around eight, Aunt Renee walked into the living room wearing a body suit and carrying a long red button-down dress. The body suit was black fishnet with cut outs for her breasts, pussy and ass. She looked even hotter this way than naked. The way the cut-outs framed her holes and breasts was mesmerizing.

She slipped on the dress and buttoned up. “Normal looking on the outside, a wanton slut underneath,” she grinned. She did leave the top three buttons undone so that anyone could see the first few inches of her fishnet body suit and a good amount of cleavage.

Heads turned when we walked into the stripper bar. There were ten men or so sitting around the stage and a dozen or so more at tables toward the back where lap dancing was a frequent activity. We sat in the back, too, in the corner in a u-shaped booth. By the time the server arrived to take our drink order, Aunt Renee had totally removed her dress.

After placing our order, the server asked, “Do you want me to send any one over?”

I glanced at Aunt Renee and she nodded and mouthed, “Oh yes.”

It didn’t take long for a tall, busty, young woman from the Caribbean to show up. I paid her for three dances and she did all of them with Aunt Renee. My auntie tried to touch the girl, but she pushed her hands away. “Can’t allow that, ‘hon, but we do have private rooms.”

“What can we do there?” I smiled.

“Anything you want,” she said. “And can afford.”

The private room was a small space with a curtain for a doorway. “We have to be quiet,” the girl said, as she removed all her clothes. Aunt Renee and I sat next to each other on a two-seater sofa that was built into an unfinished, plywood frame. If “seedy” had a place to call its home, this was the place. The curtains were frayed red velvet that looked like they had never been cleaned. Across from us was a floor to ceiling mirror with a vertical crack from top to bottom.

Aunt Renee opened her legs the moment she sat down and the girl didn’t skip a beat. She wasn’t here to dance. She was here to pleasure us.

She started fingering Aunt Renee while sucking on her nipples. She looked at me and basically ordered me “to take it out.” By the time my cock was free she was sucking Aunt Renee’s pussy but soon shifted to my cock, sucking it deep in her mouth while she continued to finger auntie.

Eventually the girl laid spread-eagle on the floor while aunty rode her face and sucked my cock. The girl was rubbing her clit like she hadn’t had an orgasm for months. Both Aunt Renee and I came at the same time. I don’t really know if the girl did but she sure sounded like she exploded, too. And by the way, none of us were very quiet, and neither were all the other men in the private rooms around us. Everyone was moaning and grunting and talking trash.’

“Oh, yeh baby eat my cum.”

“Show me that asshole, slut.”

“Lick my balls.”

Stuff like that.

When we walked out of the private room, the bouncer, a huge burly man with more hair on his body than a grizzly bear, nodded at me, as if to insinuate his approval. Of course, I figured out the $50.00 bill the girl pressed into his hand had something to do with that.

Once we were in the taxi and headed toward the swing club, Aunt Renee sighed. “Oh, Sir, that was just the best.”

“More to come, aunty,” I said. Then to the taxi driver. “You know where the club is, right?”

“Yeh,” he said. “I actually go there occasionally.” I saw him look at Aunt Renee in the rear-view mirror. Her tits were exposed. “Maybe I should go tonight,” he added.

Aunt Renee met his gaze. “Maybe you should,” she tittered. Then to me, she whispered, “Master, it can be more than three, if you want.”

“Yes, aunty. I figured that out already.”

It was half price night at the swing club for men and all women got in for free, so that helped with the budget challenge. Deep red was the prominent color of the decor. The mainfloor was laid out into several seating areas, all with couches and soft-cushion chairs. The bar was off to the side, staffed by two topless women, each with large yet manufactured tits.

In one seating area a woman was making out with three men, whose hands were all over her. Four women were doing the same with a large black man. There were couples in various stages of undress scattered around the room. No one was naked, but no one was fully clothed either.

We ordered our drinks and then walked toward the stairway at the foot of which was a sign that indicated the play room was “this way.” As we ascended, the soft moans of the mainfloor dissipated as the sounds of fucking and sucking took over from the floor above. We heard one woman screaming to be fucked harder. Another one was begging for her ass to be fucked. A man’s voice was ordering someone to eat his ass. And in the middle of all that noise was the sound of hands slapping flesh. Someone was getting a spanking.

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