The Visit Was My Aunt (Part 1)

She always made me uncontrollably horny. Dozens of times I had drained my erect tool simply because I had seen a glimpse of her crossed legs, a bit of her shapely, sculpted calves, or her divine thighs wrapped in wonderful black stockings.

I suffered with my dick about to pierce my trousers, watching her tight, pert ass outlined along with the line of her panties through the black skirt, as she bent over in front of me during unsuspecting (for her) moments.

Aunt Mary, 45 years old, a redhead and unmarried, with the face and body of a whore that all young men dream of tearing apart in our wet dreams, was for my 24-year-old dick the ultimate fantasy and also the reason I jerked off relentlessly
in various places and at various times.

The female friends I was involved with from time to time
didn't satisfy me in the slightest. I fucked them perfunctorily. I always had in mind the full, heavy body of Aunt Mary, her chaotic tits, and her outrageous slutty face.

I was always looking for an opportunity to go to her house and sneak into the bathroom to find a pair of her panties or a bra (black mainly), to wrap them around my tool and drench them with a torrent of cum in a matter of seconds.
Seeking the most unlikely excuses, I tried to be near her.

I still remember the heartbeat and the overwhelming horniness when
one noon (having no sense of danger) I caught a glimpse of her through the keyhole of her bathroom as she pulled down her skirt and sat on the toilet. Me, unable to resist, took out my swollen cock and started jerking off on my knees as I was. Luck
made me get up and rush to the living room hurriedly stuffing my drained dick away, just seconds before Auntie opened the door and came out of the toilet, stepping with her little heels on my cum that was pooling outside the door.

I still remember the autumn afternoon, when she had to leave the house for a little while while I was there, and I, flushed red, rushed into her bedroom, grabbed a stocking from her drawer, and immediately slipped it over my cock, shooting into it all the semen I had inside me.

I spent the whole night pulling I don't even know how many loads in my bed, at the mere thought that my 45-year-old slutty aunt would slip the cum-soaked stocking over her cock-teasing legs.

She was the protagonist in my fantasies, sometimes as a maid
with garters that I would overpower on all fours, sometimes as a whore in a brothel where I would put the money between her tits before tearing her pussy apart, sometimes as a rabid mature lady who would "rape" me as her child to satisfy her insatiable sexual thirst.

I wanted like crazy to fuck her, to tear her apart, to cum on her.

I must say here that Aunt Mary was always the subject of intense family gossip due to the fact that she was unmarried, that she went out with various boyfriends from time to time, and that she lived an inexplicably comfortable life: She rented a very nice apartment in Marousi, drove a proper 4x4 off-road vehicle, dressed from expensive shops in Kifissia, etc.

The gossip mentioned that her various boyfriends "supported" her.

One summer about 2 years ago, struck by my overwhelming horniness, I decided I had to find a way to release my urge if not with my aunt, at least with some other 40-year-old (my young cock, no matter how many 20-year-olds I fucked, wouldn't calm down with anything).

The best solution was to get a call girl and release myself on her to see if I might calm down a bit.

I confided my decision to my friend and fellow student Panos, who had repeatedly told me that he brought call girls to his house and had a great time.

-Perfect, dude, he told me, I'll give you the phone number of an
"agency" and they'll send you a chick, man, we're talking about crazy
fucking. And listen, I'm leaving for the village soon (summer)
I'll leave you the keys to the apartment so you can bring her here.

- Thanks man, but tell me, will I find a 40-year-old?

- Yep, you'll ask them to send Rania, I've had her too,
a crazy milf who specializes in going for young guys.

I spent the next days with the exciting anticipation of finally fucking a woman of that type.

So one Thursday evening, I left the house all fired up and went three streets down to my friend's now empty apartment.

I locked the doors and windows, and settled on the couch taking the mobile and dialing hesitantly the number he had given me.

The friendly voice of the operator relaxed me. I described to her with
some difficulty what kind of girl I wanted them to send (Rania). Immediately her voice took on a tone full of insinuations:

- Rania? How old are you, my boy? Ahh.. I see yes, now I understand hehe (a giggle), don't you worry little man, Rania will be available in 1 hour at your place.

My tool had already risen like a flagpole. I gave my mobile number to the operator, so she could inform me when the "girl" would have arrived downstairs at the apartment building.

(to be continued…..)