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My Aunt Annarose. Part 1 (18+ Story)
By: Smartjohns Date: November 27, 2016, 10:25 pm
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A Story By Dan Chucks… I am nineteen and yet to fuck a girl.
Yea, you can begin screaming ‘WTF!’ all you want. Well, that
wouldn’t change a thing. Or would it?
Let’s get back to the real story now again, shall we?
I started seeing porn at the age of thirteen. I was in High
school then and always asked my friends for their dirty
magazines. I loved women (…and still do of course. Wonder how I
shouldn’t when I ain’t gay) and was always attracted to more
matured ones (MILFs mostly).
Even though I craved to fuck one day, I always never had the
courage to approach any girl who was within my age bracket to
ask her out.
This meant I would continue with endless fantasies (…like
Genevieve Nnaji giving me a boob job. How silly though!), porn
and masturbation.
By nineteen, I had developed what was becoming one of the
largest dicks for someone my age. My friends had always talked
about how large it was and even never minded telling their girl
friends. I was never bothered too as I only found it pleasing
and largely a source of man pride. They claimed the pecker had
only gotten that big because I started fucking girls from a very
tender age.
I knew better but I never told them how wrong they were (they
were dunce after all). Whenever we talked about sex, my
experiences with porn always looked to substitute for me and
over time, most of them began asking me for a couple tips on how
they could please their girls. It was quite hilarious! (…and you
can see why I called them d*nce. Haha) The closest I had gotten
to having sex was with a visiting sister to a neighbor.
As a result of my area of training I somehow became of help to
the neighbor in question. He always gave me little tasks to
carry out on his behalf of which he pays me for.
I had just gotten into my third year in the university and I had
a fair idea of what he always gave me to do. It was on one of
such assignments that I got to meet Mary (now, not the mother of
that guy who died on the cross. This one is quite not as
innocent).
Stay with us, Part 2 would be posted in a short while..
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Re: My Aunt Annarose. Part 1 (18+ Story)
By: Smartjohns Date: November 27, 2016, 11:19 pm
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My Aunt Annarose. Part 2
She was far older than myself. At least she was fifteen or
seventeen years ahead, and married. I had gone to my neighbor’s
place to carry out one of the usual tasks who leaves me with
only to meet her at home.
After introducing myself, she allowed me in and soon we became
friends and got talking. Our conversation was so vast that we
soon began talking about the consequences of having lots of
weight as human.
It propped up an argument as to which, men preferred most. The
fat or the slim, I said it was the later of which she did not
totally agree to and I knew why. She was a bit plump but was
nonetheless married although without kids.
She tried presenting all her argue- facts and in the attempt
asked me if I knew what it was like having a woman with lots of
flesh in bed. I answered like I had tried both of the two sides
before but that could not convince her.
Subsequently, she raised her flowing skirt almost entirely up to
her waist, revealing her fleshy thighs. While she did so, she
held onto one of the thighs and asked me if I knew what that
succulent thigh meant to most men.
She tried emphasizing it by grabbing onto the flesh there and
bringing herself closer to where I sat. All along I was smiling
but not aroused in anyway.
And I still assume she was equally not aroused in any way what
so ever. However, after she got as close as she could manage,
she urged me to feel the flesh.
Her skirt was still held to her hip by one hand while the other
grabbed the underneath of the thigh in question. We both were
still joking and arguing about it at the same time. I still had
intentions of continuing with the task for which I visited and
all I planned to do was settle the argument and return to the
work.
When she repeated the request, I laughed and told her she had
too much flesh and how I didn’t fancy it. To this, she further
asked me to feel her thighs and that I never knew anything about
plump women. I responded by placing a hand on it, telling her it
made no difference on what I felt and removed my hand. She
rejected my attempt and insisted I would do so again. She even
said I would have to try to grab the thigh with both hands. I
laughed and said it was not necessary. She made a face and said
she never liked what I was doing. In response,
I succumbed and made to grab her laps as suggested. However,
mistakenly, as I did so, I unintentionally dipped my right
fingers through the cut of her panties thereby finding her
crotch (and how I liked the miracle!).
She was partly damp there which I felt was from sweat. But
equally full of curly hair. My other hand had held onto the
other side of her laps and was already making a move to lift the
enormous thing. But with the right one right inside her panties,
everything paused.
She did not utter a word and even when I said I was sorry and
tried taking my hand away, she shut up her thighs and caught my
hands in between both legs. I remained stuck. She pulled me
towards her and that brought my hands straight to her wet pussy
opening.
I only made little additional effort and two finger found their
way into her yearning pussy! Unfortunately for her, we were
only about to get anything going when we suddenly heard a knock
on the door.
This was followed by her sister’s return. We had been alone all
along. My subsequent attempt to get this completed was
completely futile as I was told she left the next day. Poor
Danny! Really poor, Danny!! Now I only use that for my
fantasies.
I always imagine myself completing the process. Locating her
pussy with the same fingers, fingering them and getting to pull
off her panties. This would be followed by either my sucking of
her pussy; which I see as my most coveted desires; or giving her
an instant fuck. Nonetheless, all this will keep being fantasies
and nothing more.
Well, that was about my closest attempt and as you can see, if
failed woefully.
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