Confessions: My most dastardly acts - Part 3, a short story by GutterrhymesEsq. Date added: 2012-03-02. Times viewed: 5744.
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Confession: My most dastardly acts – Part 3.
Aunt’s cunt is best.
Dear Gutter Rhymes.
This is all wrong. It is incest, pure and simple. I did it under the influence of young age. I swear I did this once, enjoyed it tremendously and learnt my lesson.
I was a harlot. Call me a “commercial sex worker” or a “remunerated intimate companion”, whatever makes you feel more modern and sensitive etc. We call them whores, prostitutes. This is not a judgement call it is just the way it is, what else can you call a spade? I needed to get some money for my 6 month old son having been knocked-up by my sister’s husband. I wish I could lie to you that he raped me. No, it was not rape, he asked very nicely and went on to buy me nice presents like Fanta orange, fish and chips and hamburgers. Up to this day no one knows the true identity of my son’s father. I won’t lie that I was a harlot because I couldn’t get a job, working as a “Girl Friday” would only pay me a 10th of what I got fucking drunks after they have spent money buying me drinks, food and tobacco. I was a prostitute because of the superior remuneration the job offered. I was certainly not “trafficked” there was no such thing those days. See, at least I was an honest harlot.
My mean brother allowed me to use his spare bedroom as long as I paid him the whole amount for his monthly mortgage repayments. I could honestly say that my brother was living off my pussy. One other annoyance was that during school holidays his 18 year old son Sam would be home from boarding school and could share the bedroom, sleeping on a mattress on the floor. .of course I was advised to focus on men “who you don’t need to bring home”. A thoroughly unpleasant requirement since I was paid the highest fares for an “all night”. The added benefit was that most of my clients would be so drunk some would fall asleep on top of me, then I could just roll them off and enjoy a good night’s sleep.
My nephew Sam was a very average boy, in fact he was a little below average in that he was quite ugly of face and was not particularly smart both in terms of looks and cleverness. I didn’t mind him sleeping in the same room that I “did business”. Most of my clients were men who were so horny they needed to just off-load their sperm. They all came quickly and did not want any “specials” like blow jobs, fucking the ass and all that. Definitely none of them would even consider sucking a harlot’s cunt. In any case, Sam seemed to be disinterested in women, although I know that once in a while he pretends to snore so that I can fuck my clients. I guess he it is his polite way of allowing his auntie to do what she has to do with no fear or embarrassment. I also know that he has seen my bare vagina, he walked in on me while I was shaving my cunt hair but did not announce his presence, so I let him stand there with an erection before asking what I could help him with. He was so scared, he was trembling. Which was bad because he lost his erection quickly, before I could offer any help.
My client had a quickie as soon as we entered my bedroom at about 11:00pm. Sam was snoring quite loud so he was either fast asleep or pretending so. Either way, it was a green light. I jumped into bed and my client jumped on top of me, giving a 2 minute hard fuck that ended with him spewing quite a lot of semen inside my bored vagina. My clients were “high sperm volume” guys, testimony to the fact that they were all sexually deprived. As soon as he finished, he duly paid me for the whole night and hurried out. I was quite drunk and was soon in deep sleep.
I knew he was standing next to the bed. I could hear his breathing. I knew there was some light filtering into the room, so I rolled and turned around enough to get a view of my naked nephew, standing next to my bed with a hard erection. His cock was way too big for his small frame and with his legs so thin, his genital size was considerably exaggerated. A good aunt would have shown that she is awake and got the silly boy wear pyjamas and go back to bed but not me, not on that day anyway. I rolled over onto my back throwing away the blankets and exposing my sticky, Clorox smelling vagina totally. I pretended to snore, I learnt the art from my nephew Sam!
Sam sighed and knelt down next to the bed, his face barely a few centimetres from me. My nephew was sniffing in my just fucked cunt! He got bolder and had his face right over my crotch. I closed my eyes tight just to make sure that I do not startle my perverted nephew. My heart was pounding as I tried to imagine how I could let him continue with whatever he wanted to do. I was enjoying some erotic feelings which I was to learn and understand only after I quit harlotry. I could smell the drying sperm in my cunt, softening up as it got mixed with my secretions. I was so fucking horny, like someone who had not had sex for a long time, yet the reality was that I had had sex 5 times already, that day. My nephew was sniffing around my cunt and down the legs. I could feel his breath as it blew on my cunt lips. I shifted around again and this time had my legs totally spread apart, so much so that I felt the air blowing inside my inner cunt lips. Soon I was wet all over, my juices were flowing. I needed more.
I shifted again, moving my whole bottom up quite a bit and I hit Sam’s chin with my cunt. I then turned around facing the wall with my naked butt stuck over the edge of the bed as I lay in the “coma” position. I was quiet for some moments as Sam regained his composure after what must have been a brief unnerving moment. Sam blew air onto my naked butt, his face must have been really close to my butt.
“Auntie June, Auntie June” Sam called as he touched my hips ever so gently, he was obviously checking how deeply asleep I was. I reduced my breathing to a low volume snore, trying to pretend to be asleep.
The boy got bolder, he placed his hand on my vulnerable vulva, with his little finger he tried to push my cunt lips apart. I had the most intense orgasm immediately, like the proverbial bolt out of the blue. An electrical current ran through my cunt lips, like static, only several logs more intense. I felt him all over me that Sam. Like he was trying to get his penis into me, at all costs; through the skin, the face, the foot. If he had stopped there I could still claim having had sex with that man, Sam. What a talented boy, a natural.
Not sure what Sam thought was happening to me, or to himself for that matter. As I shook around in my climax, Sam’s hand got more of my meat onto them as I kept the sleep pretence, awake. I rolled over again onto my back arms splayed out and the legs equally adducted. Even I could smell the strong odour of my last client’s still viable spermatozoa, swimming around in my copious cunt juices. I farted out loud. If he had any doubt about my state of consciousness, that must have put the matter to rest. No woman would knowingly fart aloud. His next actions were to confirm.
My nephew jumped to the foot of the bed positioning himself to be looking right up my vagina. He pulled the bed-sheet below me and I slid slowly and very, very stealthily towards his face. His breathing was getting faster, part randy-ness and part physical effort. I felt his breath on my thighs and I held my breath in anticipation. This painful want kept on as Sam gently brought my legs dangling over the sides of the bed. He paused and all I know is that his face was only a fraction of an inch away from my soaking wet cunt, I could have counted his breaths per minute using my cunt. His blowing told me that his mouth was open. My own nephew was staring at my cunt with pure lust, his mouth probably drooling. I was nearing another orgasm, just taking in the scene.
I jerked my cunt up and forward connecting with his mouth, with admirable accuracy. He slurped it in. Sam licked my cunt hard and strong. His tongue easily glided over the sperm mix. I humped again, this time his nose plunging deep into my over-bonked cunt. I rocked my waist firmly and his nose swam around a little, in my swampy fanny. I let my bum fall flat on the bed and pretended to be asleep, again.
This time Sam had tasted the cunt, he was emboldened by the joy he had experienced. Back to his stealthy best, Sam extended his neck and manoeuvred it so that his tongue was shafting in and out of my cunt with only his occasional grunt and the delicious slurping , betraying what was really going on. Sam could not have been a total novice at tongue-fucking. He was delightful and I was in the heaven. The heaven I knew my profession disqualified me from entering. I came again and again as Sam tongue-fucked my pussy like a possessed boy.
I was curious about where his dick was at that point, what it was doing and what it might better be doing, having formed a clear opinion on the latter. He read my mind, I read his mind. We had been at this game for at least an hour. An hour of quiet pleasure. I rolled over again sticking my butt over the edge of the bed and knocking Sam’s head around in the process. I guess I knocked some sense into his head because he immediately “got it”. He pulled his underwear aside, releasing his ample sized tool. He gave it a good rub, sliding the foreskin back and forth, loudly.
The next thing I knew, his cock was deep in my sperm-filled vagina, smashing up my last client’s seed and preparing for his own off-load, or download! I met his forward thrusts with a hard-core booty push. His dick disappeared into my big vagina and part of his balls too. I humped that boy’s pubes like I wanted to pop his bladder above and the balls below. He loved it.
Agggghhhhhh-hhh! Sam screamed as he added his seed to the sperm bank my cunt had just tuned into.
I pushed him off with one last bum thrust and the poor boy tumbled onto his mattress. I pulled the blanket and went into the most blissful sleep I ever had in my whore years.
Well, there you have it. That is my story, I promise I am not a bad person.
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